She would stand up straight in the lane
Staring at me with no care
Like a partner
And later, when trees come off in the evening
She would lean on me and ask:
Are we still far?
samedi 4 avril 2009
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POESIE AMOUR LIBERTE
Je n'ay veu monstre et miracle au monde plus expres que moy-mesme
Montaigne, Les Essais, Livre III