" Of the grey summit of the snowy hill We contemplated the immense white area Of the valley of the big fleshless poplars And high sloping roofs in the white tiles Impressed by the hard rigor of the winter You blotissais you under your thick white coat...
Things being what they are, as I have the honor To say it to you, I go, sir, In language of real Contesse, to try to put to sleep you By the end of this one. You You will thus remember, if it you The surprise of the druid pleases, When he lives the extraordinary...
Blog de littérature contemporaine conçu et rédigé en français ou en anglais.
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