*** I wanted it to be spring, I wanted to rub you and lie by you till you just sailed gently off to sleep, I wanted to see you when...
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*** My ice sheets are melting, once strong, now fragile like cotton, when the open-water vessels – your mountain blue eyes – do navigate my Volga. Diving up here is…
*** An endless paradise is watching your eyes. Every time it starts with me standing on a cliff top, catching the breeze, watching the cyclone that blows red clouds over…
*** 5 o’clock Brussels “Tea-time!”, you said? “Non-Sense!” Rue de la Loi/ Wetstraat, The major Straße, Home to the EU Commission, The Prime Minister and the Parliament, Is burning with...
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*** Bonjour, Honfleur! Adieu, Honfleur! Tu es inscrite dans les lignes du brouillard, Tu es observée par la Côte De Grace sans Françoise Sagan. Tu es inscrite dans le bois...
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