DIE FRAGE

Coucou ScarleenSur ton beau mondeJe passe te souhaiter une belle et bonne journéeEn ce lundi de pentecôte (temps pas terrible)Bises de moi *Shirley*

Salut, <br /> Ce matin il fait beau , le soleil brille , je me sens en pleine forme. <br /> J'espère que tout va bien chez vous en ce dimanche de Pentecôte .<br /> Je vous souhaite un BON DIMANCHE.<br />

Bon dimanche à vous deux et grosses bises, JP.

bonjour mon amie scarleen <br /> bon dimanche bisou ton amie thérèse

magnifique article et poeme mon amour (l) <br /> je t'aimeeeeeeeeeee (l) ma ptite femme always d'amour (l) à moi <br /> <br />

poeme<br /> When Hell had produced the Drop and the Spider, “My daughters,” he said to them, “you can boast To be for the human lineage Also to be feared. Now let's advise you on the places you need to live. Do you see these narrow boxes, And these palaces so large, so beautiful, so well gilded? I offered to make it your retreat. Here then, here are two sticks; Get used to it, or shoot. – There is nothing, said Aragne, in the huts that pleases me. “ The other, on the contrary, seeing the Palaces full Of these people called Physicians, Did not believe he could stay there at ease. She takes the other lot, plants the stake there, Spreads with pleasure on the toe of a poor man, Saying: “I do not believe that in this position I am a man, Or just dislodge it and pack up Hippocrates never calls me. » Aragne, however, encamps in a paneling, As if she had taken a lease of these places for life, Works to remain: here is his web spun, Here are some gnats caught. A servant comes to sweep the entire work. Another fabric canvas, another sweep. Poor Bestion moves every day. Finally, after a vain attempt, He will find the Drop. She was in the countryside, More unhappy a thousand times Than the most unfortunate Aragne. Her host sometimes took her to split wood, Sometimes digging, hoeing. Very worried drop Is, they say, half dressed. " Oh! I would no longer be able to resist it, she said.<br />