This time, however, the morning sky seemed to be more magnificent in its blueness in spite of the white fluffy clouds that float by. The air had a refreshing chill that caressed my face like it have not done to me for a long time. The sun was just hiding, probably in jest, playing games with the clouds for the most part.Sunday morning is always pretty for me, but today it is extraordinarily pretty.
[The essential, like what Antoine de St. Exupery had said, is invisible to the eye....]
May the rest of this Sunday be great for all of you.
2 comments:
your sentences gives me always of pretty pictures :-)
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Le ciel est, par-dessus le toit,
Si bleu, si calme !
Un arbre, par-dessus le toit,
Berce sa palme.
La cloche, dans le ciel qu'on voit,
Doucement tinte.
Un oiseau sur l'arbre qu'on voit
Chante sa plainte.
Mon Dieu, mon Dieu, la vie est là
Simple et tranquille.
Cette paisible rumeur-là
Vient de la ville.
Qu'as-tu fait, ô toi que voilà
Pleurant sans cesse,
Dis, qu'as-tu fait, toi que voilà,
De ta jeunesse ?
Paul VERLAINE
...and your visit is just as inspiring. merci beaucoup :)
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