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The Bell’s Dress
She's morning's residence. She's as clear as she is invisible, as tranquil as forgotten lands. Her hair is golden, her smooth windows exchange glances. She appears in bold alluring colors,…
Merisette
What was it a question of? A hair's breath, in all. A tree was catching fire, a pond was sulking, a dew sprinkled maid-servant was lulled to sleep by currant…
The Clouds
When the dawn's heart begins to beat, the high little clouds come down to breakfast in the trees. * Behind the masked clouds playing the big drum, real clouds, still…
Schooldays
Thursday is always pleasant with frost and a naked girl on the country's palm. The merchant of clouds counts the precious stones of the amazing house: an inviting lamp. The…