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- Contes et rencontres autour des droits de l’ Homme 22 July 2018Marie André-Milesi
- Tales and more tales 1 July 2018Marie André-Milesi
- Kes by Ken Loach – B2i- bullying A2 6 May 2018Marie André-Milesi
- use of the conditional- under construction 20 July 2017Marie André-Milesi
Let’s be e-poets for the European day of languages! + Letter to a penfriend
O for organize, often, officially, only, offer, own,
let’s open our houses to our
old opposites and let’s have a good party!
D for dream, day, definitely and do the best!
Do your best!
E for Enjoy the Ode to Joy!
Elected engineers and experience!
T for take your time!
0 for our best friends and our best neighbours!
J for our joy, for our original future
just for our wonderful men and women
for our children, our cities, our buildings,
our forests and our nature!
O for our magnificent trees and plants and flowers
our gardens, our vegetables and sun!
Y for our yellow and yelling yes!
… Young and yesterday!
… Our years!
E for elected and election
enjoy, everyday, everybody,
everything
U for until,unpack,up,
upstairs,use,
united and unity
for United Kingdom
R for ready, real and really, rich and richness,
relax and relaxing, race, rabbit,react,ring,
roads and rivers,receive,remember, riddle,
rain and rainy, read, readers, reading, roots,
routes, room,right, rules,
reach,recognize, roadsign
run, run, run, run, run,run,
run,run,run,run,
run,run,run,run,run,
run,run,run,run,run,run,
run,run,run,run,run,run!
O for over,offer,open,officially,
often,only,order,
own, other
P for paint and painting
E for enjoy and e-communication!
Bright Star by John Keats
Bright star, would I were stedfast as thou art—
Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night
And watching, with eternal lids apart,
Like nature’s patient, sleepless Eremite,
The moving waters at their priestlike task
Of pure ablution round earth’s human shores,
Or gazing on the new soft-fallen mask
Of snow upon the mountains and the moors–
No–yet still stedfast, still unchangeable,
Pillow’d upon my fair love’s ripening breast,
To feel for ever its soft fall and swell,
Awake for ever in a sweet unrest,
Still, still to hear her tender-taken breath,
And so live ever–or else swoon to death.