This Mercremanche, I escorted my wanderings on the sides of the street she would deign to offer us as we tend blotchy cheek promises. My wanderings had needs, I offered him. I spent my day writing while she had seen, nestled on the couch without complaining for a moment. I owed him that much. So we went out.
J’ai laissé mon errance sans laisse me guider. On a remonté comme ça le Boulevard de Clichy et puis on a tourné rue Caulaincourt. Les chiens et les loups s'y léchaient sur un tapis de ciel dont l’exquise veloutine venait frôler la peau de notre promenade.
Le Montmartre et l’Irma s’y volaient des baisers et on les savourait en voyeurs grisés. C’était doux et chaud comme un tulle dont la soie faisait danser l’amour et la mort en un tango torride. Chevauchant le cimetière, le pont Caulaincourt jazzait sur un accordéon qu’avait le mal de terre.
We stopped and my wandering put his forehead against the steel. I 've left to cross between the iron railing. And then slowly, I pressed my eye to the metal shell and saw floating satin ribbons like crazy fog at the ball of the cemetery. Lowest in the shadows, far from merry souls, I thought recognize familiar shadows quiver on the grave.
seemed a Frenchman near a Honore, shared under the stone a lily in the valley. I even thought to see in the air a Doinel search under blows, the Absolute, and then evaporating into the ether red and black. Further down an alley, a Sorel playing roulette on the skirt with a bold social. it was a laugh Alexander, who under a camellia petals off a human beast that Emile would exit below the daisy. I even thought my arm to feel the caress of a spirit as pure as the verse of an Alfred. The ball of the cemetery, under the bridge of Caulaincourt souls mingled and it did not surprise me. It was quiet and calm and I'm surprised to pitch the same pitch as a Lelio that returns to life ... A distant Hector smiled.
And then suddenly, on the floor, yelled a warning horn. My wandering has shuddered and the ball stopped.
were recovered on deck Caulaincourt as two apostrophes delighted. In the sky became dark as we saw a family of white mist from quiet to Mt. We even thought to see that the last brother had winked.
After we went back and I felt that my feet on the sides of the Rue Caulaincourt, had become lighter. Passing the Wepler, my wanderings made his poop.
J’ai laissé mon errance sans laisse me guider. On a remonté comme ça le Boulevard de Clichy et puis on a tourné rue Caulaincourt. Les chiens et les loups s'y léchaient sur un tapis de ciel dont l’exquise veloutine venait frôler la peau de notre promenade.
Le Montmartre et l’Irma s’y volaient des baisers et on les savourait en voyeurs grisés. C’était doux et chaud comme un tulle dont la soie faisait danser l’amour et la mort en un tango torride. Chevauchant le cimetière, le pont Caulaincourt jazzait sur un accordéon qu’avait le mal de terre.
We stopped and my wandering put his forehead against the steel. I 've left to cross between the iron railing. And then slowly, I pressed my eye to the metal shell and saw floating satin ribbons like crazy fog at the ball of the cemetery. Lowest in the shadows, far from merry souls, I thought recognize familiar shadows quiver on the grave.
seemed a Frenchman near a Honore, shared under the stone a lily in the valley. I even thought to see in the air a Doinel search under blows, the Absolute, and then evaporating into the ether red and black. Further down an alley, a Sorel playing roulette on the skirt with a bold social. it was a laugh Alexander, who under a camellia petals off a human beast that Emile would exit below the daisy. I even thought my arm to feel the caress of a spirit as pure as the verse of an Alfred. The ball of the cemetery, under the bridge of Caulaincourt souls mingled and it did not surprise me. It was quiet and calm and I'm surprised to pitch the same pitch as a Lelio that returns to life ... A distant Hector smiled.
And then suddenly, on the floor, yelled a warning horn. My wandering has shuddered and the ball stopped.
were recovered on deck Caulaincourt as two apostrophes delighted. In the sky became dark as we saw a family of white mist from quiet to Mt. We even thought to see that the last brother had winked.
After we went back and I felt that my feet on the sides of the Rue Caulaincourt, had become lighter. Passing the Wepler, my wanderings made his poop.
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