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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required I would stay for hours, Waiting for a nice bee to land, On the small purple flowers of a fuchsia, or heather, I would wait for hours, As if the future of the planet depended on it, I would stay under the discreet sun like a cactus Innocent and patient, I would stay in November until Saint Catherine, Waiting for a bee to declare its flame to a flower, I would stay for hours, like a bronze statue, Waiting for my little bee, I think of you, I would stay for hours, Waiting for a little black or white bee to fly, To see her land on a daisy joyfully, Or on a star blooming in my garden, I would stay for hours, As if my life depended on it, or another life, Because happiness lasts only one spring, Because life is too short, or unfair; Because bees are brave messengers, Thanks to them, we marvel at everything, We are human, like flowers from a vase, We can write, « La vie est belle». Ce qui me rend heureux Je resterais des heures, À attendre qu’une gentille abeille se pose, Sur les petites fleurs violettes d’un fuchsia, ou d’une callune, Je resterais des heures à attendre, Comme si l’avenir de la planète en dépendait, Je resterais sous le soleil discret comme un cactus Innocent et patient, Je resterais en Novembre jusqu’à la Sainte Catherine, Attendre qu’une abeille déclare sa flamme à une fleur, Je resterais des heures, comme une statue de bronze, À attendre ma petite abeille, je pense à toi, Je resterais des heures, À attendre que vole une petite abeille noire ou blanche, À la voir se poser, sur une marguerite joyeusement, Ou sur une étoile éclose dans mon jardin, Je resterais des heures, Comme si ma vie, en dépendait, ou une autre vie, Parce que le bonheur ne dure qu’un printemps, Parce que la vie est trop courte, ou injuste ; Parce que les abeilles sont de braves messagères, Grâce à elles, nous nous émerveillons de tout, Nous sommes humains, comme des fleurs d’un vase, Nous pouvons écrire, « la vie est belle ».
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