The world is released beyond the Mediterranean. In the blood, then almost delirious with joy, so beautiful to see young faces full of hope. I do not want to tremble for the future. when the lambs arrive, strange, jump barriers, wolves may be on the lookout, not far. But what a beautiful moment of life than the freedom won! A minute can be worth a lifetime.
Seven years ago, the term seems totally unreal, my boy was struggling with that look sad and yet so tender against death approaching. His tortured body, weak, cruel in its latest requirements, no longer allowed him to wander in our Berry where the beginnings of spring gave the atmosphere that purity found that carves through the air live trees still bare, better and more gently that under the gray skies of a rainy day winter.
People will go skiing in merry flocks, even reckless. We will give them the snow cannon, because that fool the sun has melted the long weeks of cold snow which blocked motorists.
The ministers will be forced to spend their holidays in France, this beautiful country with a thousand different landscapes - MAM had gone to Tunisia because it is hilarious, she feared the weather in the Dordogne! Decidedly more she explains, the more it penetrates the poor - they can see a country without a dictator .. indeed!
Come, kisses to all, these two days of rest for those who have jobs, are enjoyable and rejuvenating.
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