\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
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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