J'accoquine the quince game without misunderstanding with nevertheless a lot of lamb fat .
I perk up at first sight family dishes with a lot of pain because my heart hurts .
To remember only on Sunday family outing led us to the Bois de Boulogne to pick it up under the dry leaf spring flower from when I was a child and that I was holding Lucette's hand .
We had to cross the Mirabeau bridge under which the Seine already flowed He has to remind me of that it was quite funny to make circles in the water .
In the Shepherdess Garden there was lilac at aunt Marie and uncle Jean we sat under the arbor the parents blissed out loud it was good there was Kabou the son of the family and his Kabylian accent there was this black dog who was called Black hair ball with dark truffle full of fragrant sweat there was a salad bowl full of strawberries with cream at four o'clock that was good when the radio gave the results of the races preliminaries to the battle cry " Shit ! I have two but not three . "
