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Lascombes à l'aube. Aquarelle 40/50cm
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Walker Diaries is a personal photography project born from walking and attentive observation of urban and peri-urban landscapes.
Walker Diaries is a personal photography project born from walking and attentive observation of urban and peri-urban landscapes.
Prophétie de la fontaine de vie éternelle
Il était un jour une jeune fille nommée Jayda. Elle n’avait aucun bien sur terre, sauf ses deux mains, son corps agile et son regard sans cesse étonné par la lumière du monde. Elle vivait dans une hutte de branches au bord d’un ruisseau, se nourrissait de l’eau que lui donnait la source, des fruits que lui donnaient les arbres. Sa pauvreté était rude mais elle ne s’en plaignait pas. Elle…
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My father used to take a drink or two When I was young It was then hallucinations Always dangled from his tongue The sky's ablaze with ladies' legs He used to say They're kicking from the clouds Shoes fall through the morning haze And splat like eggs amongst the crowds Can you see them, son, my father asked Now they're dancing plain as day His eyes were rolling fiercely There was little I could say How can you go on, I'd like to ask How can you bear the night? Instead I hold my tongue
'Cause I know we'd only fight The sky's ablaze with ladies' legs, he'd say They're kicking from the clouds Shoes fall through the morning haze And splat like eggs amongst the crowds Can you see it, boy?
The sky's ablaze with ladies' legs, he'd say They're kicking from the clouds Shoes fall through the morning haze And splat like eggs amongst the crowds Can you see it, boy?
The sky's ablaze with ladies' legs, he'd say They're kicking from the clouds Shoes fall through the morning haze And splat like eggs amongst the crowds Can you see it, boy?
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