"Your heart sings like a kettle And your words, they boil away like steam. And a lie burns long while the truth bites quick, A heart is built for both it seems. You are lonely as a church, Despite the queuing out your door. I am empty as a promise, no more.
When the time comes, And rights have been read, I think of you often But for once I meant what I said.
I was salted by your hunger, Now you've gone and lost your appetite And a little bird is every bit as handy in a fight. I am lonely as a memory Despite the gathering round the fire. Aren't you every bird on every wire?
When the time comes, And rights have been read, I think of you often But for once I meant what I said. Here I stay, I lay me down, I'm dug from the rubble, and cut from the kill. Here I stay, I lay me down, In a house by the Hill. I'm dug from the rubble, and cut from the kill. "
je suis heureuse de vous parler de l'exposition des planches du livre Noël et de celles du livre Autumne contenues dans coffret de comptines et poesines .
L'expositiona été organisée par la chère Isabelle à Décember chez la Bibliothèque Intercommunale de Tournes.
Les enfants de l'école de Tournes ont fait des petits ateliers d'art et ils m'ont donné leurs salutations et mon coeur a fait BOOOMMMMMM!
