Joyeux Anniversaire, Michel
Michel, je te souhaite un très joyeux anniversaire pour tes 75 ans.
24 février, 1932 -
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Intérprete Frida Boccara
Les moulins de mon coeur (Legrand)
"When earth's last picture is painted, and the tubes are twisted and dried, When the oldest colors have faded, and youngest critic has died, We shall rest, and, faith, we shall need it --lie down for an aeon or two. Till the Master of All Good Workmen shall set us to work anew..." ~Rudyard Kipling~
Michel, je te souhaite un très joyeux anniversaire pour tes 75 ans.
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There are many a sharp and flashing tongue, edged with cruelty; yet it rarely carries the sound of wit or wisdom.
Whose excellent mind in the blogosphere, I wonder, can speak with singularity to the question:
What is the only comfort in life and in death?
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The chill winter pall is being chased away by a warm steady rain. The lingering shower is scouring earth's mouldering urn and preparing it for the life to come. Soon, the sun warmed soil will receive a synchrony of bouquets.
Spring shall dawn on the night of the winter grave. Surely, the closing aria of Strauss' Die Frau ohne Schatten is waiting in the wing.
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The bedraggled rose trees lined the redwood fence have clung on tenaciously for weeks in sub-freezing temperature. Dreaming the winter dreams of fête champêtres, the dormant buds yearned for the riches and adulations of the promised spring. At the foot of rose trees, a pride of White Lion daffodils have already unlocked the tyrannical gates of the winter keep; bursting forth in liberty, outstretching their jade-green fingers toward the sky.
Winter's breath, it seems, is about to take flight.
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Luke 1:31-33 (KJV)
31 And, behold, thou shalt conceive in thy womb, and bring forth a son, and shalt call his name JESUS.
32 He shall be great, and shall be called the Son of the Highest: and the Lord God shall give unto him the throne of his father David:
33 And he shall reign over the house of Jacob for ever; and of his kingdom there shall be no end.
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Jeremiah 23:5-6 (KJV)
5 Behold, the days come, saith the LORD, that I will raise unto David a righteous Branch, and a King shall reign and prosper, and shall execute judgment and justice in the earth.
6 In his days Judah shall be saved, and Israel shall dwell safely: and this is his name whereby he shall be called, THE LORD OUR RIGHTEOUSNESS.
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The LORD shall preserve thy going out and thy coming in from this time forth, and even for evermore.