\u0026lt;\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Pluss the memory of my>>> 
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The plusses in my memory!
When I am editing my memories this
child reemerged
life at that time was not mechanical
Hard to toil, men age faster
After so many years, here's income
The garden of my childhood I recognized
trees in his heart, they are asleep
Yet not so long ago that I left
In the silence of my longing for community
I hear echoing bells Village
My vision hatch paths of time spent
From Dream in reality, the story of my life
Traditionally men in the fields
With sickle cut hay
The plusses to rake the grass
In the cart took the mare
In the carefully arranged Enhaut
A restful place to sleep for mice
And the cat in the house waiting in a corner
In silence the tantalizing feast, the little gray mouse
it's good my sweet memories
Or men had values
working hard in the heat
From my window, tears shed, but I'm not sad.
text written by the passenger of the arts (José Tilliet)
26.09.2010 The
A (Enhaut) is a hayloft. Often it hovered just above the barn, he was at home over the house and another in the course, just above the woodshed.
A (plusses) is a wooden rake. In my area there used to rake the hay cut, for storage and put into stacks.
On the photo there is a plague, my father sense was used to beat the dry beans (bark) beans in a burlap bag on the dirt.
I wish you all a good week! Kisses! Thank you for your visit and your nice coms!
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Château du Lac du Plessis>>> 
..................................... .......... Chateau Lake du Plessis.
This castle is located 200 meters from my house! Every day I can look on the path of my works! I sought to know a little of its history but it remains for me a vague narrative! That's why I make this little text!
mysterious castle!
mysterious castle
Conte me your love, the lines of age
On the Lake du Plessis
You got to see, although faces
In a reflection of water , shimmer
in and out of memories as
carved on a piece of wood
I see your face on the transparency of a smile
Sitting on the old wooden bench, I look!
Drowned in the landscape
Your majestic tower which stands in the sky until
In a setting without age
By understanding
Through the door of nothingness
Your life, your story
I felt around me
Float this soul
Out of its stone prison
To bring me the key
me for entering
In this huge landmark
N 'with more of a barrier, or
border
I'm not proud can
To have pierced your mystery
Have a good week kisses to all!
And thank you for your passage! I go to see you ASAP!
Text traveler arts (José Tilliet)
Written on 18.09.2010
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;\u0026lt;What tile>>> 
How tile!
I find this brick with the inscription of Lanty Tuilerie
small village south Morvan located a few miles from the village where I
spent my childhood (Fléty)
is making a blanket from a friend
few years ago I have this building material.
cons by my great surprise was that day
because I had never heard of a tile in this village of 150 souls is more or my adoptive father was born!
He never spoke more so when I discovered this brick him he was dead!
So I have no answer yet! And then the elders are all gone to Paradise!
Then there with you it had a tile to Lanty ?????? Too bad!
But I just always go to city hall and ask! But have to give me an answer!
I think not!
What tile
No luck
Today
In France
Police stoned
By outlaws
In cities stashed
Small rotten shows you
Petit leader for not even a brick You
kills without cold
Hidden behind glass
In this lawless area
Claiming pity
To avoid being punished
But where did your pride
In your brain degenerate! Text: Art of the traveler (Jose Tilliet) Written on 04.09.2010
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