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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

-Art Subs. 9 years making art for you!

Caption -Durenkian-