poetry
sweet death
let it be my death in a garden behind my house between animal and flower and the murmur of water
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musings
yesterday
say this is only a dream and afterwards morning say i will emerge from this shadowy darkness obst
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prose
‘The Thing’
There are things human eyes should not see, human ears should not hear. You do not witness certain t
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reviews
Poésie érotique ?
Vous avez dit «Poésie érotique »? J’y suis allée quasiment à reculons, à ce spectacle in
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cinema
in the mood for love
Life often throws unexpected felicities down my path: a friend sends me the lyrics of an Osvaldo Fa
