AnnaRosey

❤ The following❤

The President of the Republic shall be the President of the Republic.

When I see thee passing, O my dear indolent, To the song of instruments that shatters on the ceiling Suising thy harmonious and slow pace, And walking the boredom of thy deep gaze; When I contemplate, in the fires of the gas that colors it, Your pale forehead, embellished by a morbid attraction, Where the torches of the evening light an aurora, And your attractive eyes like those of a portrait, I say to myself: How beautiful it is! and oddly fresh! The massive memory, royal and heavy tower, The crown, and her heart, bruised like a peach, Is ripe, like her body, for learned love. Are you the autumn fruit with sovereign flavors? Are you a funeral vase waiting for a few tears, Perfume that makes distant oases dream, Caressing pillow, or basket of flowers? I know that there are eyes, most melancholy, Which conceal no precious secrets; Beautiful cases without jewels, medallions without relics, Emptier, deeper than yourselves, O Heavens! But is it not enough that you be the appearance, To rejoice a heart that flees from the truth? No matter how stupid or indifferent you areMask or décor, hello! I love your beauty.

The following is a list of the candidates for the election:

I told you for the clouds I told you for the sea tree ♪ For every wave for the birds in the leaves ♪ For the stones of noise ♪ For the familiar hands For the eye that becomes face or landscape And the sleep that rends the sky of its colour Pour la grille des routes Pour la fenêtre ouverte pour un front découvert I told you for your thoughts for your words ♪ All you need is a little faith ♪