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Eternal love

Arthur and Julie Bourgeois
They had five daughters.

Two of them died
Still young.

the three others,
Helene, Henriette and Valentine,

married properly.

Valentine!

at age 17, Valentine
Engaged with Jules,

at the father's request.

After Reflections,
The engagement has ruptured.

But Jules fell in love,
insisted,

and got a wife.

Jules was pure of heart.

Valentine, who without knowing

had the gift
Assessing people,

loved him until the last day
His life and hers.

less than two years after
Louis and Jean, data Adrien.

was so peaceful
and applied,

as your brothers
They were rioters and distracted.

in this House of men,

Valentine was surprised,
Sometimes imagining a daughter.

and after all she came.

received the name of Margaux,
One of Jules ' grandparents.

Valentine loved her
Crazy.

resulted from a greater
Complicity with Margaux,

The first fruits of a lace
of blood and femininity.

later, you will know
How to marry, have children,

but nothing will change
The sweetness of being together,

You and Me,
Confabulava Valentine.

Snack Time,
You kids!

The arrival of Elisabeth
Satisfied Valentine even more.

to Valentine was
Promised a Life

where the perfect trajectory
Of the early Years

was dispatching
Little by Little.

in which all gains
They were resumed and destroyed.

The first taste
of unhappiness,

She savored 3 years before
The end of your marriage.

when the seventh son lived
Just one day.

behaved for a few hours
The name of Etienne.

You will have other children,
Valentine.

Of Etienne...

We didn't know anything.

We didn't even have a chance.
To love him.

"Just a man to say that",
She thought.

and she remembered that wait
In vain,

The long months of dreams,

and now this void
In the arms,

a weight missing.

A void of human warmth,
The absence.

The Marital Life
From Valentine and Jules

Durai
20 returns from the stations.

Pierre is born and Jules dies
A year later.

This passage she will not forget,
Everything stays taped to her.

If sometimes she started to fade
Seeing as much frankness in him,

She didn't lose, or the sudden pain
To know that he died,

nor the happiness of loving him.

in his affliction of finding himself

never infertile
and private of Love,

Valentine recomposed.

had left only
The children to spoil her.

There were fragments of Jules
In each of the sons.

fleetingly, Valentine
I found it through them.

The twins were shy
To boys ' way without women.

soon they would be harvested
and played on Earth.

No one knew that,
Neither are they.

nor Valentine I would like
Perfecting them

without sensing
That it was useless.

without knowing that no woman
You'd have them in your arms.

Death notice

Valentine never knew

How the Faces were
From their children when they die.

Elisabeth, Margaux,
Come here.

Open the gate, Margaux.
Thank you.

I'm distracted.

Oh, mom.

Yes, my dear.

and that night,
While alone he was sailing his daughter,

Valentine had a clear vision
What I expected for her...

A very long life,

watching the others go away,
Without being able to retain them.

and, once again,
She accidentally fell asleep,

to recover the strength,
Which she didn't want anymore,

But they wouldn't let her.

It was a farce!

Elisabeth!

Mom...?

It would feel good
On being a grandmother?

There is someone
Who Do you love?

You know her.

Mathilde!

Yes.

I often allow myself
Wait for that.

Know that I am
Very happy.

You want to ride a bicycle
With me?

Now?
Yes.

All right.

get my fingers.

Close your eyes.

This warmth of an engagement
Simple and intimate.

in a new form
and unusual,

the pain of the Lost Child
Again crosses Valentine.

Oh, mom.

I made a decision.

I ask the lady
Respect her.

I'm going to live
With the Carmelites.

Are you sure?

I'll spend Christmas with you guys
And then I will.

Think about it.

Your Daughter
I wouldn't have children.

that thought hurt in her.

in this part of the house,

Valentina was the only
To understand

that a lineage of mothers
I'd end up there.

Missing a woman
Who has no sons

What there is
Most devastating in life.

Time Passing,
Margaux doesn't change her decision.

a strong, willful young woman
and Secret

away from his
To enter pure and bare

in austerity
of your prayers.

She'd appreciate showing her daughter
I was renouncing.

tell her that love
of a man

is less distracted
God's love.

your body made of fruition
and Metamorphoses,

became object
His fantasies.

She saw him transform
In front of her.

while washing this body,
The dried and fragrant,

seemed to her that such gestures
They had another meaning now.

Mathilde had the urge
To tell Henri

that this instant
It was the least important,

the easiest.

that then it would be left
To be constructed,

or, at least,
Not to be destroyed.

was in that
that she thought...

in the shared nights,
In the renewed embraces,

in the children who would come...

in the meals they would do,
Both,

indefinitely,
In front of the other,

in women who may
He was to wish beyond her.

in the things that he
It would displease you.

Henri was, however,
A difficult spouse.

because he possessed a soul
Passionate but rigid,

to which a taste was gathered
For Tranquility,

that if by chance
Be contradicted,

made him uncivilized
and biting.

-Good night.
-Good night, you.

Henry and Mathilde were
Every day

with Gabrielle and Charles.

How they lived
In the same building,

wasn't complicated climbing
or Descend

for this everyday ritual
Chat.

Mathilde found in Gabrielle
A true friend

and Gabrielle replied
In the same and strong proportion,

This exclusive form
Connecting,

delineated since childhood,

and who demarced for both
The discovery of sweetness in life.

The two mothers,
Who were sisters,

Little by little, in the widow,
They approached each other,

and Closer,
Until I shared the same apartment.

Mathilde, look here!

I found more.

In the name of the father,
From the son,

Of the Holy Spirit,
Amen.

Gabrielle brought to the world
A Girl

to whom they called Solange.

Naturally,
Mathilde was the godmother.

also pregnant
And near the childbirth,

Mathilde yearned to find out
The child who carried

and that baptism had
In Your Arms

your friend's daughter.

Mrs...

-Can we baptize her?
Yes.

Marie, I baptize you
In the name of the father,

From the son,

And the Holy Spirit,
Amen.

after childbirth,

Mathilde Felt
Like I was born, too.

the baby performed,

gave her a place
In the vastness of the unknown.

Are you happy?

Yes.

-Why do you ask?
-Because I am

And I'd like you to
I was, too.

The first encounter
From Gabrielle and Charles

deserves to be counted,

for at a luncheon this wedding
It was arranged and accepted.

Trust.

Mr. Charles...

He's a young engineer.
and quality man.

You will love him.

Do you know why we're here?

Yes.

I know.

And this is to your liking?

Yes.

Good night.

You and the Lady
They're in the room.

Thank you, Manu.

Yes?

Good night.

No one today knows
about what they said at the time.

Currently,
Everybody's dead already.

but were together
In the sleeping room,

What at the time
It was something surprising.

I think I'll feel
Destroyed...

For the death of the first
Among the ones I love.

I don't think so.

after having the fifth son,

Mathilde had
A second abortion.

But a year later,

marveled, she suckled
Your first daughter, Louise.

I'll be back later.
See how you walk.

Hello, Charles.

All right, François?

Oh, mom.

She remained so
All the Time

that the dawn takes
To turn day.

and when the light out there
Blossomed

She suddenly felt
Real estate and heavy.

knew that soon
The

because his time has come.

François?

François?

For dinner:

-Soup to the cream of lettuce
-Small pates to the juice

-Portuguese Remaker

-Stuffed tomatoes
-Crepes with...

Mother?

and then, that's it...

She stood up firmer
than before.

and when he leaned over
Even one of his sons,

did it with a grace
She shaken up for your wound.

a year later, Margaux died
In the Convent

of the same meningitis fever
That he had taken François.

to Margaux that had donated
To him his youth and life,

God didn't give the time
To revise your mother.

know...

every instant,

I can feel
In my Hands

the size of the fragile shoulders
of them,

the thickness of the torsos,
The fragility of the arms.

They're hot.
and soft as silk.

With their small bodies
And gentleness in Faces,

They're capable of building ideas

To formulate sentences
They enchant me.

I know the exact color
of their hair,

The shape of the bodies,

The shade...

They acquire their eyes
When they're tired.

and every day,
My hands Touch

This perfect skin
that they all have.

mother?

Kids, go wash up.

What's up, Gabrielle?

Where's Charles?

Mathilde, I...

Charles!

Charles!

Charles!

She always knew
That they'd both be together.

was why they

never strayed
One of the other.

never beyond a day of work
From Charles.

Which side of the bed
Would you rather sleep?

On this side,
If you don't mind.

It's Gabrielle.

I'm not going to say it yet.
That I love her.

In fact, you too.
You haven't felt love yet.

For now,

We're just strangers.
each other.

We will learn.

Love is never a gift.

I know I'm lonely...
and shut up.

But Dreamer as few men
They can, I guess.

It may be that my table manners
They dislike you.

and a thousand other details
That they're not always important.

But if you do
A promise...

I will never stop fulfilling.

You'll find something pleasant.

I love that big forehead.
that you have

And your Face
He doesn't smile much.

I will love you when you are
Less beautiful and young,

When you look at you
They've been terminated for ages.

I will still love you.

Because I have decided to do it
Many years before.

I'll be beside your bed
To close your eyes.

And you will do the same
For me.

Gabrielle,
Will you be my wife?

away from this marital warmth
It was hard.

never Henri, nor Mathilde
They've made you do it.

not even once hinted
To come home.

All this was good,
I thought Gabrielle.

"How happy they had been."

A few more minutes,

He would leave the herbarium,
I'd come and hug her.

His heart palpitated
of love and desire.

as soon as Mathilde recovered
From the birth of Jérôme,

got pregnant again,
Now from Christian.

that number of months
God chose

to create a life

passed on her
Once again,

Enlarging It

Illuminating it,

pale her.

Mom?
Mom, look!

How Beautiful,
Where did you find it?

It's from that tree,
It's a green pine cone.

Looks covered.
Seashells.

They're going to open and change color,
One day.

How beautiful, should I
Teach that to your father.

It's beautiful.

Mom, you think I'm going to have
A little sister.

We'il soon know.

I wish I had a little sister
Call Marie.

You also want to
A girl?

However, despite
Of this immense family,

and given that soon
She'd be 40 years old,

lost the baby
Again.

Of course Gabrielle
You never told Henri

of Babies Mathilde
Never had the end.

What right?

Mathilde realized that Gabrielle
and Louise knew.

from the beginning,
It would be a girl.

Marie.

Mathilde said nothing.

that baby was your secret.

I can't bear to lose her,
I thought Gabrielle.

Suddenly, life seemed to him
Have an immense weight

She couldn't get any more
Support.

everything was dangerous.

everything was a endless
Restart

by which
They'd be swept away.

Marie was born on the 6th Santa

Attention!

and Mathilde died
The same day.

One... two... three.

a few hours after
The first cry of your daughter,

Mathilde gave
Your last breath.

I wanted to see
My sons.

Guy.

Louise.

Jules.

Nicolas.

Jérôme.

André.

Jean.

Joseph.

May I present Marie,
The youngest of you.

Come and kiss her.

I have a lock of hair
Every one of them.

I'd like to
Take them with me.

Can you handle that?

Louise.

It's your fault,
I hate you!

to feel in her womb
The warmth of the baby,

Gabrielle felt she was capable
To take care of them all.

of Henri and his sons.

, little by little, make them
Overcome the absence and pain.

The white Moon

shines in the Grove

of each branch

Comes a voice

under the Trunks

Oh, Beloved

The lake reflects

in your deep mirror

The Silhouette

of the Black Willow

where the Wind Whispers:

"Let us Dream,

is time. "

a simple and vast peace

seems to descend from the firmament

twinkling with the Moonlight

is the exquisite time

is the exquisite time

is the exquisite time

is the exquisite time

He would have preferred
Move on by yourself,

Raising your sons.

preparing them for the years
To come,

but thought
That he was just a man.

I have a complicated request
Doing it.

I know, and the answer is yes.

You really want this?

Right...
Isn't that a sacrifice?

No, it's not.

Mathilde and Charles
They'll always be with us.

Yes.
They're here.

Yes.

Kids, you can come.

It's Solange...

You can sit over there.

Jules, I...

Guillaume, here.
Andrew, André...

Here, beside Jean.

Nicolas in front.

Joseph...

Here.

Louise?

Clothilde, Ali.

Yves, Jérôme,
In the end.

and little Guy...

Wait!
In your chair.

Solange and Jules
They've lost their minds.

were cousins according to mothers,
Divided the same ceiling

and were at age
to disobey.

Valentine, which almost
Tired of life without Jules

and death
I didn't want her,

finally became
What did you expect...

dead and in love.

for the first time,
Your sleep was agitated

and the pillow drenched
Under your head.

was sleeping deeply
When her heart abandoned her,

alone, in your bed.

Arthur and Julie Bourgeois
They had five daughters.

Two of them
They died young.

the other three:
Helene, Henriette and Valentina,

married properly.

as Offspring
They had 18 grandchildren.

43 In the next generation,

154 in the third generation,

231 on Fourth

and, Today,

is already 169 in the 5th generation.

To my children,
LANG KHE and CAO PHI

Eternal love

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