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| Chaque homme porte en lui un monde composé de tout ce qu'il a vu et aimé, et où il rentre sans cesse, alors meme qu'il parcours et semble habiter un monde étranger. - Voyage en Italie Which is the inner world, and which the strange outer one I only seem to inhabit? I find it hard to say, but this morning I stepped out of a dream in which you had come back only to lose you again straight onto our misty hillside, on which my dog flashed in and out of the gloom like a fiery little deer - and it was a fairy tale all the way through.... |
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just a dream(?)
every waking hour
I'm choosing my confessions...
bellisime, complimenti.
grazie Lale!
Que lindo. las fotos y los textos. :-))
Que pases unas hermosas fiestas. :-))
gracias Austerlitz! felicidades! xx
Daydreaming walks in misty countryside, with the strange little mirrors of water on the trees, oh yes....
todavia, no aparecio Milo???
No Agustin... no apareciò, lo ùnico que puedo esperar, es que sea por que la flia que lo adoptò sin saber que era mio, lo ame tanto que no lo quiera soltar.
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