« I still never found what I love about what I write. »
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Paul Eluard
(Source unknown) |
Paul Eluard
(Source unknown)
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« When we laugh, we we empty and the wind passes in us, stirring doors and windows, introducing us the night of the wind. »
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Paul Eluard
Littérature - 13 Mai 1920 |
Paul Eluard
Littérature - 13 Mai 1920
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« Happiness is a single bouquet: confused light fondant sweet. »
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Paul Eluard
(Source unknown) |
Paul Eluard
(Source unknown)
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