Aeligwenn en photos...
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Dans ce blog vous trouverez:
*Amour* et *Amitié*
*tolérance* et *espérance*
*Anges* et *bébés*
*Chansons* et *films*
parfois des*bétises*
souvent des *motos*
et quelques infos sur *O Breizh, ma Bro*!
_.-*-._Etrange comme je t'aime_.-*-._
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# Enviado em Terça 04 Setembro 2007 06:38
_.-*-._Somethin' Stupid_.-*-._
I know I stand in line, until you think you have the time
To spend an evening with me
And if we go someplace to dance, I know that theres a chance
You wont be leaving with me
And afterwards we drop into a quiet little place
And have a drink or two
And then I go and spoil it all, by saying something stupid
Like: I love you
I can see it in your eyes, that you despise the same old lies
You heard the night before
And though its just a line to you, for me its true
It never seemed so right before
I practice every day to find some clever lines to say
To make the meaning come through
But then I think Ill wait until the evening gets late
And Im alone with you
The time is right your perfume fills my head, the stars get red
And oh the nights so blue
And then I go and spoil it all, by saying something stupid
Like: I love you
(I love you, I love you,...)
To spend an evening with me
And if we go someplace to dance, I know that theres a chance
You wont be leaving with me
And afterwards we drop into a quiet little place
And have a drink or two
And then I go and spoil it all, by saying something stupid
Like: I love you
I can see it in your eyes, that you despise the same old lies
You heard the night before
And though its just a line to you, for me its true
It never seemed so right before
I practice every day to find some clever lines to say
To make the meaning come through
But then I think Ill wait until the evening gets late
And Im alone with you
The time is right your perfume fills my head, the stars get red
And oh the nights so blue
And then I go and spoil it all, by saying something stupid
Like: I love you
(I love you, I love you,...)
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# Enviado em Domingo 19 Agosto 2007 13:51
Auguste Bellanger
Être aimé: tout est là.
Le reste n'est qu'un leurre.
Sur le cercle immobile, irrévocable,
l'heure tourne et tord en bâillant ses deux longs bras de fer.
Homme ou femme, il nous faut à chacun notre rêve.
Or, le mien, c'est l'Amour de mon Pays c'est la grève.
[align=right]A la même.
Enfant, ne poursuit pas ton rêve de Princesse,
sinon tu pourrais bien en souffrir quelque jour.
Tout ce qui te séduit plaisirs, honneurs,
richesse n'est trop souvent, hélas, que perfide promesse
et ne vaudra jamais la timide caresse reçue en rougissant
un premier soir d'amour.
Le reste n'est qu'un leurre.
Sur le cercle immobile, irrévocable,
l'heure tourne et tord en bâillant ses deux longs bras de fer.
Homme ou femme, il nous faut à chacun notre rêve.
Or, le mien, c'est l'Amour de mon Pays c'est la grève.
[align=right]A la même.
Enfant, ne poursuit pas ton rêve de Princesse,
sinon tu pourrais bien en souffrir quelque jour.
Tout ce qui te séduit plaisirs, honneurs,
richesse n'est trop souvent, hélas, que perfide promesse
et ne vaudra jamais la timide caresse reçue en rougissant
un premier soir d'amour.
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# Enviado em Domingo 19 Agosto 2007 11:46
Campaign for real beauty
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# Enviado em Sábado 04 Agosto 2007 12:58
Me, Myself and I...
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# Enviado em Terça 31 Julho 2007 13:11
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