There are names that carry a promise,
A breath of spring, a gentle caress.
Félicité moves forward, her step light,
Like an April ray in the heart of the orchard.

She is not the happiness that passes and fades,
But the stubborn flame that defies every night.
It is the quiet strength, the faith that stands tall,
The smile that heals and transforms it all.

Tomorrow, when morning is tinted with sweetness,
Her name will be spoken as one gathers a flower.
For all the Félicités, sowers of life,
May the road be beautiful and the soul delighted.

For beyond the shadows and the restless wind,
It is the purest joy her name invites.

There is in this name an echo of the North,
A crystal breath that defies fate.
Casimir moved forward, a prince with a heart of light,
Preferring silence to the fury of war.

Beneath the purple and the ermine, he sought justice,
Making of his youth a humble sacrifice.
He did not love pride, nor the glitter of crowns,
But the outstretched hand and the soul that gives.

Tomorrow, when March awakens in a shiver of frost,
It is his gentle way of living he invites us to follow.
For all the Casimirs, the builders of bridges,
May the celebration echo across the horizons.

For true royalty is not found in conquests,
But in the peace of evening, far from the noise of storms.

At the edge of the world, where Armor is torn apart,
There is a name that sings and knows how to smile at us.
Guénolé steps forward on the wet sand,
His heart in armor, clothed in salt.

He built walls against the winds of the Atlantic,
Blending rough stone with a mystical dream.
Between land and river, in the hollow of the flowering Aulne,
He soothed souls and calmed the pain.

Tomorrow, March third, when the sea withdraws,
One hears in the waves a gentle sigh.
It is the saint of dawn, the watcher of the coast,
Who offers us a truce, a noble word.

For all the Guénolés, for hearts of granite,
May the celebration be beautiful and every shadow flee.

Charles, your name resounds like an echo of history,
Carrying in its reflections a humble and true glory.
It is not power nor the glitter of crowns,
But the hand you extend, the time that you give.
“The Good” is not merely a title upon the past,
It is a way of life, a furrow well traced.

On this day of your feast, receive this tribute:
Kindness is a strength that travels through the ages.
May your heart remain open, may your soul stand proud,
Guiding your peaceful steps far from every dust.
Charles, pillar of peace in a world that rumbles,
Your light is a balm in the midst of the dance.

Aubin, your name resounds like a first ray,
That pierces the night with its clear oration.
It carries within it the echo of mornings full of promise,
Where the world awakens in gentle caresses.
You are the one who walks ahead of the day,
Bearing in your spirit peace and comfort.

On this day of your celebration, receive this brightness,
The reflection of a life marked by kindness.
May your path be white, without shadow or hindrance,
Like a spring sky, both pure and solemn.
Aubin, always keep that crystal gaze,
That turns winter into a triumphant song.

Roman, your name resounds like ancient marble,
Bearing within it the echo of a sovereign destiny.
Built for the summits, for the roads of stone,
You walk with steady step, far from the dust.
Within your soul, a city is awakening,
A quiet strength with flashes of wonder.

On this day of your celebration, receive these lines,
Like a breath of peace in the heart of winter.
May the columns of shadow fade beneath your steps,
To let the light guide your future battles.
Be the master builder of your own victories,
And carve your smile upon the pediment of history.

There are names that carry a scent of mystery,
Like a secret kept beneath the curve of the eyelid.
Honorine, within your breath, one hears the light,
The whisper of a world imbued with dignity.
Your name is a hymn to ancient grace,
A hand extended, a soul that offers support.

On this day of your feast, when winter lingers,
When the earth shivers before everything blooms,
We see within your gaze that rising sun,
Driving away the gray shadows and every wind of torment.
You are among those beauties time cannot wither,
For your honor resides in the heart of your spirit.

May the hours be gentle, may your path be fair,
Like a poet’s verse written upon a canvas.
Saint Honorine shines and shows us the way:
The path of tenderness and pure radiant joy.