Tu seras mon élève, tu seras mon maître, tu acquerras la gloire, tu me seras fidèle, tu m'abandonneras, tu me reviendras toujours.
Et à l'aube se dire : Nous sommes ensemble.
And the wind falls silent, and the birds fall silent, and the wild cherry trees no longer shiver and creek.
Daniel ArsandMots clés silence
Winter, then spring, summer, and soon autumn. All seasons are one, ice-cold, featureless, a hell of dreariness.
Daniel ArsandMots clés seasons dreariness
It is the end of a fine bronze-tinted afternoon with purple shadows and febrile scraps of cloud.
Daniel ArsandMots clés afternoon
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