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      <title>→⎞©novella bonelli bassano⎞←©                                                   by novella bonelli bassano</title>
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         <title>⎞⎞⎞⎞⎞⎞⎞⎞⎞⎞⎞⎞⎞⎞</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>©novella bonelli bassano<br><br>⎞⎞⎞⎞⎞⎞⎞⎞⎞⎞⎞⎞⎞⎞<br>⎞⎞⎞⎞⎞⎞⎞⎞⎞⎞⎞⎞⎞⎞<br><strong>©</strong>Tous droits <br>de reproduction réservés ↓  <br><br></div>]]></description>
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         <title>Ｌａ ｒｏｕｔｅ ｄｕ ｖｅｒｂｅ                                    ｅｓｔ ｕｎ ｃｏｍｂａｔ                                                     © novella bonelli bassano    AVRIL/MAI 2015              </title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div><br><br><em><sup>Ｉｃｉ， </sup></em></div><div><em><sup>ｃｏｒｔèｇｅｓ </sup></em></div><div><em><sup>ｄｅ ｓａｎｓ－ｄｅｎｔｓ </sup></em></div><div><em><sup>Ｌà－ｂａｓ，</sup></em></div><div><em><sup> ｍｅｒ－ｄｅ－ｃａｄａｖｒｅｓ</sup></em></div><div><em><sup>Ｐａｒｔｏｕｔ ｍｉｓèｒｅ </sup></em></div><div><em><sup>ｅｔ ｄéｓｏｌａｔｉｏｎ   ａｉｎｓｉ…</sup></em></div><div><br></div><div><br><br></div><div>Ｌｅｓ ｊｏｕｒｓ，</div><div>ｈｅｕｒｅｓ ａｆｆａｍéｅｓ ｄ＇ｉｌｌｕｓｉｏｎ，</div><div>ｖｏｇｕｅｎｔ </div><div>ｖｅｒｓ ｍｉｒａｇｅｓ ｄｅ ｒｉｃｈｅｓｓｅ，</div><div>ｐｏｕｒ ｍｏｕｒｉｒ</div><div>ｄａｎｓ ｌａ ｖéｒｉｔé ｄｕ ｓｉｌｅｎｃｅ．</div><div><br><br></div><div>Ｓｅ ｆｒａｙｅｒ ｕｎ ｃｈｅｍｉｎ，</div><div>ｔｅｎｔｅｒ ｌｅｓ ｍｏｔｓ </div><div>ｄ＇ｕｎ ｃｒｉ ａｐｈｏｎｅ， </div><div>ｄｅ ｐａｒｏｌｅｓ ｓａｎｓ ｖｏｉｅ．</div><div><br><br></div><div>Ｄａｎｓ ｌｅｓ ｒｕｅｓ </div><div>ｄｅ ｎｏｓ ｓｏｌｉｔｕｄｅｓ</div><div>ｄｅｓ ｃｈａｎｔｒｅｓ ｃｏｍｐｌａｉｓａｎｔｓ</div><div>ｂｒｉｌｌｅｎｔ ｓｕｒ ｐａｐｉｅｒ ｇｌａｃé，</div><div>ｊｏｕａｎｔ ｌｅｓ ｐａｒｔｉｔｉｏｎｓ</div><div>ｄｅ ｌ’ａｐｐａｒｅｎｃｅ．</div><div><br><br></div><div>Ｄｏｕｘ ｅｓｔ ｌｅ ｆｉｅｌ </div><div>ｄｕ ｐｏｕｖｏｉｒ．</div><div><br><br></div><div>Ｍａîｔｒｅｓ à ｐｅｎｓｅｒ </div><div>ａｕｔｏｐｒｏｃｌａｍéｓ</div><div>ｄ’ｕｎ ｍｏｎｄｅ ｉｎｔｅｌｌｅｃｔｕｅｌ</div><div>ｄ’ａｂｅｉｌｌｅｓ ｍｏｒｔｅｓ， </div><div>ｒａｔｓ ｎｏｕｒｒｉｓ</div><div>ｄａｎｓ ｌ’ｉｍｍｏｎｄｉｃｅ</div><div>ｄｅ ｌ’ｏｐｕｌｅｎｃｅ．</div><div><br><br></div><div>1/4</div><div><br><br></div>]]></description>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>Ｌａ ｍｉｓèｒｅ，</div><div>ｐｏｕｒ ｃｅｕｘ－ｌà， </div><div>ｎ’ｅｓｔ ｑｕｅ ｒｈéｔｏｒｉｑｕｅ</div><div>ｍｏｎｄａｉｎｅ， </div><div>ａｄａｇｅｓ</div><div>ｄｅ ｂｏｎｎｅｓ ｃｏｎｓｃｉｅｎｃｅｓ．</div><div><br><br></div><div>Ｍａｉｓ âｃｒｅ </div><div>ｅｓｔ ｌ＇ｏｄｅｕｒ </div><div>ｄｅ ｌ’ｕｒｉｎｅ</div><div>ｓｏｕｓ ｌｅｓ ｐｏｒｃｈｅｓ</div><div>ｄｅ ｌｅｕｒ ａｐｐａｒｔｅｎａｎｃｅｓ．</div><div><br><br></div><div>Ｓｏｕｓ ｌｅｓ ｐｏｎｔｓ， </div><div>ｄａｎｓ ｌｅｓ ｊａｒｄｉｎｓ ｐｕｂｌｉｃｓ，</div><div>ｌａ ｐｕａｎｔｅｕｒ ｄｕ ｐａｕｖｒｅ </div><div>ｄéｒａｎｇｅ．</div><div><br><br></div><div>Ｄｅ ｅｓｔ ｅｎ ｏｕｅｓｔ，</div><div>ｄｅ ｎｏｒｄ à ｓｕｄ，</div><div>ｄｅｓ ｐｒêｃｈｅｕｒｓ </div><div>«ｓａｃｈａｎｔ－ｐｏｕｒ－ｎｏｕｓ » </div><div>ａｔｔｉｓｅｎｔ ｆｅｕｘ ｄｅ ｈａｉｎｅｓ，</div><div>ａｇｉｔｅｎｔ ｐｏｐｕｌｉｓｍｅｓ </div><div>ｅｔ ｄéｍａｇｏｇｉｅｓ ａｕｘ ｂｒａｓ ａｒｍéｓ </div><div>ｄｅ ｄｉｅｕｘ， </div><div>ｄｅ ｇｌａｉｖｅｓ， </div><div>ｄｅ ｓｃｅｐｔｒｅｓ．</div><div><br><br></div><div>Ｄｒａｐｅａｕｘ </div><div>ｄｅ ｌａ ｄｉｖｉｓｉｏｎ， </div><div>ａｕ ｓｅｕｌ ｓｅｒｖｉｃｅ</div><div>ｄｅ ｌ’ａｒｇｅｎｔ．</div><div><br><br>2/4</div>]]></description>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>Ｓｅ ｒéａｐｐｒｏｐｒｉｅｒ </div><div>ｃｈａｑｕｅ ｍｏｔ ： <br><br></div><div>ｐｏｌｉｔｉｑｕｅ</div><div>ｎ’ｅｓｔ ｐａｓ ａｆｆａｉｒｅ </div><div>ｄｅ ｐａｒｖｅｎｕｓ ｄｕ ｐｏｕｖｏｉｒ，<br><br></div><div>ｍａｉｓ ｌａ ｐｏｓｔｕｒｅ </div><div>ｄｅ ｌ’êｔｒｅ ｉｎｄｉｖｉｄｕｅｌ </div><div>ｅｔ ｃｏｌｌｅｃｔｉｆ </div><div>ｄａｎｓ ｌｅ ｃｏｒｐｕｓ ｓｏｃｉａｌ． </div><div><br>Ａｕｃｕｎｅ ｉｎｄｉｆｆéｒｅｎｃｅ，</div><div>ａｕｃｕｎ ｓｉｌｅｎｃｅ</div><div>ｎ’ｅｓｔ ｎｅｕｔｒｅ．</div><div><br>Ｉｌ ｎ ｙ ａ ｐａｓ </div><div>ｄｅ ｍｏｔｓ ａｐｏｌｉｔｉｑｕｅｓ.</div><div>Ｃｈａｑｕｅ ｍｏｔ<br>ａ ｂｅｓｏｉｎ</div><div>ｄｅ ｒｅｔｒｏｕｖｅｒ<br> ｄｕ ｓｅｎｓ． </div><div><br>Ｃｈａｑｕｅ ｖｏｉｘ </div><div>ｄｏｉｔ ｒｅｔｒｏｕｖｅｒ</div><div>ｕｎｅ ｖｏｉｅ． </div><div><br><br></div><div>Ｌａ ｒｏｕｔｅ ｄｕ ｖｅｒｂｅ</div><div>ｅｓｔ ｕｎ ｃｏｍｂａｔ，</div><div>ｑｕｉ ｓｅ ｒｕｅ </div><div>ｄａｎｓ ｌａ ｐｏｕｓｓｉèｒｅ，</div><div>ｃôｔｏｉｅ </div><div>ｌｅｓ ｈｏｒｄｅｓ ｉｎｖｉｓｉｂｌｅｓ，</div><div>ｃｏｎｎａîｔ </div><div>ｌａ ｄｏｕｌｅｕｒ ｄａｎｓ ｓａ ｃｈａｉｒ．</div><div><br><br><br>3/4</div>]]></description>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>Ｌａ ｒｏｕｔｅ ｄｕ ｖｅｒｂｅ </div><div>ｅｓｔ ｌｅ ｃｏｕｒａｇｅ </div><div>ｄｅ ｌａ ｃｏｌèｒｅ，</div><div><br>ｌａ ｃｏｎｑｕêｔｅ</div><div>ｄｕ ｒｅｇａｒｄ </div><div>ｒｅｔｒｏｕｖé ：</div><div><br>ａｂｏｌｉｒ</div><div>ｌ＇ａｖｏｉｒ ｄｅ ｌ＇ｕｎ</div><div>ｐｏｕｒ ｌｅ ｖｏｉｒ</div><div>（ｄｅ） ｔｏｕｓ． </div><div><br>Ａｐｐｒｅｎｄｒｅ </div><div>ｌ’êｔｒｅ － ｅｎ ｃｏｍｍｕｎ －</div><div>ｕｎｉｑｕｅ，</div><div>ａｕｔｒｅ，</div><div>ｐａｒｔａｇé． </div><div><br>Ｎｅ ｐｌｕｓ</div><div>ｄéｔｏｕｒｎｅｒ ｌｅ ｒｅｇａｒｄ，</div><div>ｎｅ ｐｌｕｓ</div><div>ｄéｖｉｅｒ ｌａ ｒｏｕｔｅ</div><div>ｄｅ ｌａ ｐａｒｏｌｅ </div><div><br>ａｆｉｎ ｑｕｅ ｌｅ ｓａｎｇ</div><div>ｃｅｓｓｅ </div><div>ｄｅ ｐａｙｅｒ ｌｅ ｐｒｉｘ </div><div>ｄｕ ｓｏｌ</div><div>ｅｔ ｄｕ ｖｅｒｂｅ．</div><div><br><br></div><div>                                                © novella bonelli bassano   2015<br><br><br>4/4</div><div><br></div>]]></description>
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