« Poetry is an exhibitionism exerted at the blind. »
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Jean Cocteau
Lettres à Milorad |
Jean Cocteau
Lettres à Milorad
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« If the fire burned my house, what would I take? I would like to take the fire... »
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Jean Cocteau
Clair-obscur |
Jean Cocteau
Clair-obscur
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« By dint of never thinking, we have a stupid happiness. »
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Jean Cocteau
Les monstres sacrés |
Jean Cocteau
Les monstres sacrés
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