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Boa
Poil
Au
Doigt
D'O
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Après
Encore
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vendredi 7 novembre 2008
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Au divan
La divine se prélasse
Jardin du Louvre
Avant la pire amide dale
Baleine Genevoise
Dans la peau de Job
Arbre en Île
Robe un son et sonne
Plomb
Marc Boussac
Chambre vide
De l'amour
Feu naitre aux amours heureux
Larmes de fond
La prisonniére
D'un amour
A table
Temps de la sustention
Vitré
Autrfois
Miss Starpoung
Aux levres pulpeuses
4 commentaires:
Dear my friend, Paul
I discovered new feel from your picture.
In the picture, loneliness oozes out.
Why so?
Giein
Thank you for your message.
Honestly, I do not know ... Often loneliness and fear are all ... Our birth and our death make us human beings naked.
The pleasure to read.
Paul
Wonderful!
In a work, all the things of an artist are included.
Even the things that the artist doesn't know too...
But a spectator can know it.
Continue to do good works!
Giein
Only the death can me stop, but nothing serious.
Paul
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