Les nuits sans vous éfleurer se mul

Les nuits sans vous éfleurer se multiplient
Pourtant le soleil n'ose plus se montrer, sans que je pense à vous.
Dans le noir j'aime rever de vous
Jusqu'à ce que l'astre solaire décide de m'interrompre.

Vos mains , vos douces caresses me manquent,
J'en viens à être jaloux de cette plume qui vous sert à me répondre.
Tenue fermement, pourtant, à votre geste , sur le papier se frotte.
Chaque lettre formée est comme un baiser que vous me volez.
Chaque boucle se rappelle t à moi comme les flots de votre parure.
Une à une vous les formâtes , une à une je voulais vous en libérer.

Votre réponse me parviendra bientôt, la caresse du papier remplacée
peut être , un jour par vos douces lèvres.
Parfois j'abandonne un croquis de vous, trop imparfait.

Les courbes sensuelles ne trouvent que peut de rendu
Sur ce parchemin , sur ce tendre papier.
Pourtant, même la lumière hésite à vous effleurer,
Elle devient jalouse de vos reflets.

La lune parfois , vous rend visite.
Sa paleur vous envahi et c'est le monde entier qui reprend des couleurs.

Admirant le galbe de vos seins, j'y perd même mon latin.
Ne pourrais je avoir d'autre desseins
Que de croquer votre corps en dessins.

Le monde s'endort aux reflets de lune.
Et je m'eveilles aux reflets d'écumes,
Dont l'embrin , emporté par le vent,
Me rapporte votre parfun

Je m'endormirais aux reflets de vous
M'emerveilles vos courbes tabous

Boire à votre fontaine,
Gouter à votre ivresse
Emprunter des sentiers nouveaux,
Oui à tous, s'ils mènent à votre coeur.

Résultats (Anglais) 1:

The nights without you scratches multiplyYet the Sun dare not show, without that I think of you.In the dark I love dream of youUntil the Sun decides to interrupt me.Your hands, your sweet caresses fail me,I turn to be jealous of this pen you used to answer me.Held firmly, yet, your gesture, on paper rubs.Each formed letter is like a kiss that you steal me.Each loop recalls t to me as the waves of your ornament.One by one you formâtes them, one by one I wanted to liberate you.Your answer succeed me soon, the caress of the paper replacedMaybe, one day by your sweet lips.Sometimes I give up a sketch of you, too imperfect.Sensual curves are that can renderOn this parchment, on this soft paper.Yet, even light hesitate to touch you,She becomes jealous of your reflections.The Moon sometimes makes you visit. Her pallor you invaded and it is the world which includes colors.Admiring the curve of your breasts, I lost even my latin.Couldn't I have other designsTo crunch your body in drawings.The world falls asleep to the reflections of moon.And I me awake with reflections of skimmings,Including the embrin, carried by the wind,Refer your deodorantsI endormirais me to the reflections of youMe amazed your taboo curvesDrink from your fountain,Taste your drunkenness New trailsYes to all, whether they lead to your heart.

Résultats (Anglais) 2:

The nights without you multiply éfleurer
But the sun does not dare show themselves, without me thinking of you.
In the dark I like to dream of you
Until the solar star decides to interrupt me. Your hands , I miss your gentle caresses, I turn to be jealous of that pen you use to answer me. Keeping firmly, yet your gesture rubs on paper. Each letter is formed like a kiss as you fly me . Each loop remembers t to me like the waves of your adornment. One by one you formatted one by one I wanted to free you. Your answer will reach me soon, caress paper replaced may be, one day your sweet lips. Sometimes I give you a sketch, too imperfect. The sensual curves can find only rendering on this parchment paper on this tender. Yet even touch the light hesitates to you, It becomes jealous of your reflections. The moon sometimes visits you. His pallor you invaded and it is the world which returns to form. Admiring the curve of your breasts, I even lost my Latin. Could not I have no other plans What crunching your body designs. The world falls asleep with moon reflections. And I awake to froth reflections, Whose embrin, carried away by the wind, me your reports parfun I fall asleep to the reflections you me amazed your taboos curves Drink to your fountain, Gouter your drunkenness Borrow new trails, Yes to all, if they lead to your heart.

Résultats (Anglais) 3:

The nights without you only scratches are proliferating
yet the sun no longer dare to show up, without that i think of you.
In the black i love - exuding dream of you
until the solar planet decided to interrupt me.

Your hands , your soft caress fail me,
I come to be jealous of this pen which you used to answer me.
held firmly, yet, to your gesture , on paper rubs.
Each letter is formed as a kiss that you fly me.
each loop recalls t to me as the waves of your ornament.
a to a you the formâtes , a to a i wanted to relieve you.

Your reply will be sent to me soon, the caress of the paper replaced
may be , a day by your sweet lips.
Sometimes I abandoned a sketch of you, too flawed.

The sensual curves cannot find that can render
on this parchment , on this tension paper.
yet, even the light hesitated to you touch,
she becomes jealous of your reflections.

The moon sometimes , makes you visit.
Its paleur you invaded and it is the whole world that resumes of colors.

admiring the shape of your breasts, i y even loses my latin.
could I have of other designs
That of chew your body in drawings.

The world is falling asleep to the glare of moon.
and i awake to the glare of scum,
whose embrin , blown away by the wind,
i reported your parfun

i endormirais to reflections of you
I am amazed your curves taboos

drink to your fountain,
taste to your drunkenness
borrow new paths,
Yes to all, if they lead to your heart.