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This title is printed to order. This book may have been self-published. If so, we cannot guarantee the quality of the content. In the main most books will have gone through the editing process however some may not. We therefore suggest that you be aware of this before ordering this book. If in doubt check either the author or publisher’s details as we are unable to accept any returns unless they are faulty. Please contact us if you have any questions.
Et la ou n'existaient que des visages d'outre-fatras Detaillant les cirques, ces postures, suaves desseins Je descendais vers le port, pres des cafes marins... Descendants du plaisir, de l'allure des allees...
Nous nous moquions bien des ruades... Eclairees, entre parentheses, de la nuit feconde... Rythme des caresses, cette vitesse certaine, cet oubli Je me rappelle un ciel immense, de calligrammes...
Peut-etre d'autres vies, d'autres fetes Jours enfuis... Histoires lointaines... Au milieu des roseaux...
Frederic Delalot a publie une dizaine de romans. Il est egalement l'auteur de nouvelles et de poemes.
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This title is printed to order. This book may have been self-published. If so, we cannot guarantee the quality of the content. In the main most books will have gone through the editing process however some may not. We therefore suggest that you be aware of this before ordering this book. If in doubt check either the author or publisher’s details as we are unable to accept any returns unless they are faulty. Please contact us if you have any questions.
Et la ou n'existaient que des visages d'outre-fatras Detaillant les cirques, ces postures, suaves desseins Je descendais vers le port, pres des cafes marins... Descendants du plaisir, de l'allure des allees...
Nous nous moquions bien des ruades... Eclairees, entre parentheses, de la nuit feconde... Rythme des caresses, cette vitesse certaine, cet oubli Je me rappelle un ciel immense, de calligrammes...
Peut-etre d'autres vies, d'autres fetes Jours enfuis... Histoires lointaines... Au milieu des roseaux...
Frederic Delalot a publie une dizaine de romans. Il est egalement l'auteur de nouvelles et de poemes.