Welcome in April.

The jokes from morning at evening , The caprices from man at woman ,the noise , the screeches drown in happy. 

So, is present the month of April ; so, the Aries you give the free way.

The intelligence, the creativity and the love. 

You is free in choose, the spring you rested the caprices, the fragrances more profound , you is sentimental in happy. 

The flowers: white, rose, yellow, bleu… a multitude , you bright in fragrances , the seduction with one step, you contemplate for have a start tomorrow. 

The days without  name, without hours, the week anonymous, you smile in morning , at evening you is closed in phantasm. 

The April is fantastic!

Today you make the actor , tomorrow is singer, after tomorrow the painter…it’s so ; a day for someone , you smile , you understand  the game of 30 th days.

The jokes with the wind, you smile with sun, you go posing the hours. 

Don’t interesting .

The spring is same. 

Comparisons?

Non!

Simplicity?

Non!

Precise in hours, the day?

Non!

He loved, she loved?

Yes!

 Fascinate, charmante? 

Yes!

Creativity?

Yes!

Going  without the shade, near of you is others, someone  is divers, the intelligence is spontaneity, it covers all, the solitude is disappearance , the sense of life  to understand. 

Voice, smiles, hugs, kiss, loves, loves in spring.

Nothing is nobody , not lost , only to search. 

It’s the first thing with that start the April; searching.

The mystery, the secret, the mood.

You try after letters, the word without the fears, the know is the enigma.

The start.

The balance.

The end. 

A joke is perfect; the sun is change with lune.

Cry, speech, but  I think that is happy.