en visite chez mes parents
pensées grises coupées par un sourire
une coccinelle sur mon épaule
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at my parents house
my grey thougths melt into the smile
a ladybug on my shoulder
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It was a warm spring morning in the olive grove. The breeze was gentle, the air was fragrant, the time stood still. High grass, sprinkled with colourful small-headed flowers, was gently tickling my knees. Poppies were about to splash their intense red on the antic ruins. 'Look how beautiful it is all over', I whispered to the olive trees, 'a perfect time for a stroll.' I slipped my fingers into the open palms at the end of their branches and I took them for a walk.
A tree walker
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