By Martine Piveteau et Mick Fouriscot
Martine Piveteau discover les siècles passés et en ramène une dentelle prestigieuse : le aspect de Paris. Cette dentelle parisienne, appréciée de nos reines espagnoles et des favorites, connue dès le XVIIe siècle, sest transformée, au cours des ans en dentelle de Chantilly. Celle-ci a european une renommée mondiale et a été copiée dans le monde entier. Le aspect de Paris, toujours en soie noire, est réalisé en utilisant l. a. approach des fils keeps avec sertissage des motifs et surtout un fond caractéristique, le fond trenne. Aujourdhui, le element de Paris peut se confectionner avec des fils blancs ou en couleur pour lassortir aux tendances colorées de los angeles mode. Les dentellières auront plaisir à décliner cette dentelles en volants, entre-deux, functions ou en napperons carrés, rectangles ou ronds.
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L. D. At last, so long desired, so long delayed, The step is taken, and the threshold past; I am within the palace I have prayed At last. Like scudding winds, when skies are overcast, Came the soft breath of Love, that might not fade. O Love, whose magic whispers bind me fast, O Love, who hast the kiss of Love betrayed, Hide my poor blush beneath thy pinions vast, Since thou hast come, nor left me more a maid, At last. 63  A BALLAD OF PASSIVE PAEDERASTY Of man's delight and man's desire In one thing is no weariness-To feel the fury of the fire, And writhe within the close caress Of fierce embrace, and wanton kiss, And final nuptial done aright, How sweet a passion, shame, is this, A strong man's love is my delight!
We will taste all delights and caresses And know all the secrets of joy, From the love- look that chastity blesses To the lusts that deceive and destroy; We will live in the light of sweet glances, By day and by night we will move To the music of manifold dances, O Lucius, love! 58  A PAEAN IN THE SPRINGTIDE Now is the triumph of Love, now is the day of his guerdon, Now when the blossoms are full on the bountiful delicate spray; Now has the year sprung aloft and shaken the frost and its burden, April is come with his showers, sun laughs and promises May.
While satyrs woo, and fauns, and nymphs give ear, I burn unslacked, mu Lucius is unkind, He dare not guess, I dare not speak my mind, Nor feed upon his lips, nor call him dear, Nor may I clasp him, lissome and divine, Nor suck our passion from his eager verge, Nor pleasure in his quick embraces prove; I faint for love, come aid me sparkling wine, That my unquenchable desire may urge In Lucius' fiery heart responsive love. O fervent and sweet to my bosom Past woman, I'll clasp thee and cling Till the buds of desire break to blossom And my kisses surprise thee and sting; Till my hand and my mouth are united In caresses that shake thee and smite, While the stars hide their lustre affrighted In measureless night.
Le point de Paris by Martine Piveteau et Mick Fouriscot