Monday, 5 December 2011

Juste une phrase, comme ça.


"Le parfum de la liberté n'a jamais senti aussi bon qu'au milieu de la tempête."


Ressentie tout-à-l'heure lors d'une ballade sur le front de mer.

Je devrais peut-être lui trouver une utilité romanesque, ou poétique.
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  1. Chabada7 December 2011 at 09:29

    Oh oui tu vas bien nous en faire quelque chose de ça ^^

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