Mais pour nous, pas de blanc manteau, pas de jolis flocons venant délicatement se poser sur les plantes endormies...
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The wave of cold that has fallen on our country began in the north and arrived yesterday on our southern shores.
But for us, no white mantel, no pretty flakes falling slowly on the sleeping plants...
Alors, les rues se transforment en miroirs embués, les parapluies commencent à danser, essaimant des touches de couleurs sur l'atmosphère grise, petits coins de paradis ambulants que l'on sert contre son coeur pour ne pas les laisser s'envoler..
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Here, it's cold, but it rains!
Then, the streets become steamy mirrors, umbrellas begin to dance, leaving behind touches of colors as tracks in the grey mood, small pieces of paradise that we hold close near our heart so that they can't fly away...
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Today is THE perfect day to stay at home, to read a good book, with the purring cat on my knees, to drink a hot chocolate , to close the eyes, to dream...that it is raining...



