3 fugacity
Did you see the butterfly,
Flying in your garden,
To make one’s wings vibrate
To forage again,
Accept his happiness,
Breathe in the perfumes
The magnolia flower,
The butterfly tree, says
David’s Buddleia,
Dip your icy lips
In a glass of jurançon,
The moment won’t come back,
Did you see the butterfly?
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As tu vu le papillon,
Voler dans ton jardin,
Faire vibrer ses ailes
Pour butiner encore,
Accepte son bonheur,
Respire les parfums
La fleur de magnolia,
L’arbre à papillons, dit
Le Buddleia de David,
Trempe tes lèvres glacées
Dans un verre de jurançon,
L’instant ne reviendra pas,
As tu vu le papillon ?
unique summer smells
~salty breeze involve passions~
fantasy to live
lying down on your dream beach
~unknown parfums to perceive~
That one, who understood that the flowers,
were the most beautiful thing in the world,
gather before roses, orchids
This one, understood everything, and loved.
The flowers and their heavenly perfumes,
Make him forget sorrows of love,
Forget hours spent in front of the sciences,
Flowers make you forget the people in a hurry,
This one has understood everything that has fooled him,
What can do without easy pleasures,
The loves of youth are illusions,
Flowers are the most beautiful thing in the world.
Celui là, qui a compris que les fleurs,
étaient la plus belle chose au monde,
recueillez vous devant les roses, les orchidées
Celui là, a tout compris, et s’est aimé.
Les fleurs et leurs parfums célestes,
Lui font oublier des chagrins d’amour,
Des heures passées devant les sciences,
Elles vous font oublier les gens pressés,
Celui là a tout compris qui a compris cela,
Il peut se passer des plaisirs faciles,
Les amours de jeunesse sont illusions,
Les fleurs sont la plus belle chose au monde.
Women in lovely clothes.
Crystal sea-breeze blowing.
Candle-lit tables,outdoors.
Kaleidoscope-colored, lit dance floor.
Awesome men, raring to go.
Let the Bossa Nova music begin!
The sparking Rio night sky.
The mixed scents of parfums.
The illuminated faces when a cigarette is lit, so artistic.
A divine night, melodically so inspiring.
Grace, music rhythms.
The song, "Mojava" begins.
Ah, thank you!
Antonio Carlos Jobim!
5/8/2021
~2~
The
Rose
Is a
Flower that
Parfums the garden
Sweeping with a sweet aroma
And cultivated with an extreme solicitude
Until it becomes a colorful bouquet for a gift in a special occasion
1-9-2016
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