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"It is imagination that extends to us the extent possible, and nourishes the desires by the hope of satisfying." Jean-Jacques Rousseau

polished and bare, beautiful, orange,
Embellie mapped with a sheet, with full
In knees
Still, leaving me mad.

spellbinding fantasy of a desire
Who will never be happy
I slip on my imagination
In addition to the rules of passion.

Palatability explores my senses. My body stiffened
of convenience
And my whole purpose in pleasures of the table
From this sketch of the breast.

The naked recollection of that wise,
generates scoundrels thoughts, words
transmuting in fondling
On this lineament buttocks.

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Music gives a soul to our hearts and wings to the thought . Plato

Sensitive music, beautiful mind,
Heart of words, sometimes suffering
Hardly laughing but still touching,
slide and expand ranges.

Rocking acoustic wave
Mixed with the scallop letters
Kiss a sweet Aura on Being,
moves before hearing the magic arts.

The Music of Chance touches inspiration
Illuminate your garden with a majestic trance. The world

moored on an enjoyable break,
The dragonfly flits in notes and attentions
Pen Grasping with all her soul shines
The invisible mystery of life.

A look dazzling wonderland
M'inhibe keeping his eyes charmers.

Already shaken to so many sweets,
I can not support his eyes before fainting
For want of sense
Quintessences Under this multitude.

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"The pen is the interpreter of the soul: what one thinks, the other expresses." Miguel de Cervantes

Art, sensitivity intermingle in a flood of mental enjoyment to ejaculate for some drops of soul. And sometimes huge windows from which flows light up the genius of life ... The art is irrational! The desperation to rationalize it demonstrates our impotence and our ignorance about the immensity of the universe, faced with these tiny vibrating strings ... Life, this unknown ....

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The Butterfly and the Swallow

was the story of the butterfly and swallow that life brings time to a whisper. Belle Aronde, hurt by the cruelty of men nobly fluttered in the air of life, wings fall, the heart of hope. Off, the Susceptible Swallowtail shaken by fate Valentine walked wings in the wind, hoping heart. On the order of chance, a day enchanting azure a sun lovers enjoying the butterfly met the Swallow. A deep and sincere affection proved them, and a haze settled in her sweetest simplicity. Their words expressed their woes. L'Hirondelle needed patience and the Butterfly admitted in its depths he did not want the flight of her Belle. This butterfly with a significant delay to its cute and its meaning quivered a thousand hopes. She cooed with joy while by playing mistrust. He smiled and sang at dawn to dusk. Thus, the butterfly Follet did not understand the horrors of his fragile Swallow. Avait' it was unwise? His approaches were they too abrupt? How many issues buried deep in our soul remains intractable? Thus, for a dialectic unknown, the frail Swallow threw his wings and beat a strong movement to deflect a Tarascan illusory. The Butterfly coward requests afraid of this sudden surge, and took off to the opposite of a helpless gesture so that its wings were injured sadness. At this moment our Sensitive Butterfly heard the cowardice of his heart and the weakness of its wings. He resolved to get away from all that suffering for love remains a distant memory. L'Hirondelle could read the scary Butterfly, blinded by its fear of humans. Inevitably, the Fair and Sensible are dissociated. A narrative of love was then conjured for the benefit of suffering avoided. It was the story of the butterfly and swallow that life took off time to a whisper ...