{"id":16676,"date":"2013-06-12T05:30:47","date_gmt":"2013-06-12T03:30:47","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/libelul.com\/?p=16676"},"modified":"2013-06-12T02:17:27","modified_gmt":"2013-06-12T00:17:27","slug":"neuf","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/libelul.com\/?p=16676","title":{"rendered":"Neuf."},"content":{"rendered":"

Moi & toi.<\/p>\n

Neuf ann\u00e9es apr\u00e8s 3 oui.
\nNeuf fois douze mois.
\nUn neuf plus si neuf,
\nFait de toi et moi.<\/p>\n

Une maison, un enfant,
\nDes souvenirs de voyages,
\nDe l’amour, du soutien,
\nDe respect et de compagnonnage.<\/p>\n

En cette journ\u00e9e de souvenir,
\nDans laquelle je penserai tant \u00e0 toi,
\nJ’esp\u00e8re te voir comme il y a 9 ann\u00e9es,
\nFaire un nouveau pas vers moi.<\/p>\n

Je t’aime.<\/strong><\/p>\n

\"12JUIN2004-by-libelul\"<\/p>\n

12 Juin 2004 – Paris<\/p>\n

Me & you.<\/p>\n

Nine years after 3 yes.
\nNine times twelve months.
\nSomething new something blue,
\nNot so new, simply made by me and you.<\/p>\n

A home, a child,
\nSo many journey memories,
\nMade of love, support,
\nRespect and companionship.<\/p>\n

In this day of remembrance,
\nIn which I will be thinking mostly about you,
\nI hope to see you again, just like nine years ago,
\nTake another step towards me and you.<\/p>\n

I love you.<\/strong><\/p>\n

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