My Mother ... My Father ... It's them, that I ask the star ... (Ma Mère... Mon Père ... Ce sont eux, que je demande l'étoile...) And they come, wearing me the sky... (Et ils viennent, me portant le ciel)

I threw that little something .. That We call .. Me ... (J'ai jeté ce petit quelque chose .. Qu'on appelle .. Moi) And I became .. This Spacious Universe... (Et je suis devenu .. Cet Univers Spacieux)

Those who are able to understand life, are the children ... (Ceux qui sont capables de comprendre la vie, sont les enfants...) Or, it is those who see her as children .. (Ou, ce sont ceux, qui la voient

I prefer the night .. (Je préfère la nuit ..) When it's illuminate by his fine croissant.. | The rising moon | ... (Quand elle est illuminée par son fin croissant .. | La lune Naissante |) Because, I like

It's possible for me, to get away from anyone ... ( Il m'est possible, de m'éloigner de n'importe qui...) Except the one that contains me with his heart ... ( Sauf de celui qui me contient avec son coeur...)

When the lips are silent (Quand les lèves sont silencieuses) The Heart has hundreds of languages... (Le Coeur a des centaines de Langues) . . . . . . . And two eyes (Et deux yeux)

I forgot to mention in my introduction, that I loved pigeons too, these adorable birds, that we see every day ... I would say that this passion is rooted in me, when I spent my holidays with my grandmother

Hi Steemians, Happy to join you ... Well, with you Fayçal (Faysal or if you want Fay) from Algiers, capital of Algeria (North Africa), senior specialist process and quality, in a multinational

Come on, be brave, wear your elegant white suit .. Enroll the red tie with care, and vaporise your sumptuous perfume Spray a lot of perfume .. Then, open your arms like a spring butterfly ... And declare

Embrace my heart, and be generous .. And wipe away my tears, and come back .. You are the full moon in one night, Like a dismal blackened path .. You are river and sea By your Fidelity we build and start

Leave us for a moment, forget our previous mistakes And don't pay attention to our overwhelming loss .. Leave us for a moment, don't think of our grandiose tragedy ! And come, standing up there on the

When we invent the words, which don't say themselves .. The lie meets us suddenly ... And we whisper with his true love ... That he is our ultimate interpreter ... Quand on invente les mots, qui ne se

I'm proud of You, because you came, dear Thursday ... You escaped from your old calendar You come with bare feet And you open me a rough morning in memories .. Je suis fier de Toi, parce que tu es venu,

O YOU! Who is nourished by the milk of goodness O TOI ! Qui est nourri par le lait de la bonté Raised by the hands of tenderness Elevé par les mains de la tendresse All things are trees, and YOU are the

Hello Steemians, With you Fayçal (Faysal or Fay) from Algiers (North Africa), Senior Quality and Process Specialist, in a multinational telecommunications company. Father for two adorable little girls