ROCKin Sibs!!!

How heavy this month is the burden to bear To leave with regret the clamors of the feast And, while the old one finally retreats To offer the world the hope of this new-born year. We sometimes keep for a long time, in secret nooks and crannies The wilted needles of a coloured fir The smell of the resin, and then… everything disappears As if to let Janvier at the end win. The Sunday o

alone after closing

The rain ... in any season ... refreshing, invigorating ... some see it as a sad thing, while it brings life to all nature ... and this smell after its passage, the land that exudes all its flavours ... the cleaned trees draining on the roads ... I love the rain ... Beautiful weekend dear friends ♥ La pluie ... en toute saison ... rafraîchissante, vivifiante ... certains la voient comme une