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28 février 2010

Clouds come floating into my life, no longer to carry rain or usher storm, but to add color to my sunset sky. R. Tagore

Clouds come floating into my life, no longer to carry rain or usher storm, but to add color to my sunset sky. R. Tagore
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28 février 2010

A beautiful sunset that was mistaken for a dawn. C. Debussy

A beautiful sunset that was mistaken for a dawn. C. Debussy
28 février 2010

If cats could talk, they wouldn't. N. Porter

If cats could talk, they wouldn't. N. Porter
28 février 2010

J'ai des souvenirs de villes comme on a des souvenirs d'amours. V. Larbaud

J'ai des souvenirs de villes comme on a des souvenirs d'amours. V. Larbaud
28 février 2010

Seeing a wooden bench just at a bend in the road ahead, a place where you can expect to sit for a moment, catching your breath.

Seeing a wooden bench just at a bend in the road ahead, a place where you can expect to sit for a moment, catching your breath.
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28 février 2010

C'est la moindre des choses d'essayer de montrer à quelqu'un de perdu dans le brouillard la direction de la lumière. V. Ravalec

C'est la moindre des choses d'essayer de montrer à quelqu'un de perdu dans le brouillard la direction de la lumière. V. Ravalec
28 février 2010

Though the terror of the sea gives to none security, in the secret of the shell. Self preserving we may dwell. M. Iqbal

Though the terror of the sea gives to none security, in the secret of the shell. Self preserving we may dwell. M. Iqbal
27 février 2010

Faith is the bird that feels the light when the dawn is still dark. R. Tagore

Faith is the bird that feels the light when the dawn is still dark. R. Tagore
27 février 2010

Mon âme a son secret, ma vie a son mystère. A-F. Arvers

Mon âme a son secret, ma vie a son mystère. A-F. Arvers
5 février 2010

The cloud never comes from the quarter of the horizon from which we watch for it. E. Gaskell

The cloud never comes from the quarter of the horizon from which we watch for it. E. Gaskell
5 février 2010

Lost, yesterday, somewhere between sunrise and sunset, two golden hours, each set with sixty diamond minutes. H. Mann

Lost, yesterday, somewhere between sunrise and sunset, two golden hours, each set with sixty diamond minutes. H. Mann
5 février 2010

There are no rules of architecture for a castle in the clouds. Chesterton

There are no rules of architecture for a castle in the clouds. Chesterton
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