Monday, October 4, 2010

Broken Capillaries Underneath The Eye

few words which, so far, me mysteriously banned

I Love You Phillip Morris


The following ranged on the table a vase flowers and wax candles, whose reflections dancing red and yellow and blue silk curtains at the bedside of the sick.

"Do you, Mariette, he will come? - Oh! Sleep, sleep a little, madam! - Yes, I sleep soon to dream about him all eternity. "They heard someone

upstairs. "Ah! if it was him! "Murmured the dying woman, smiling, butterfly tombs already on the lips.

was a little page who brought from the Queen to the Duchess, jams, biscuits and elixirs on a silver platter.

"Ah! it does not come, "she said in a faltering voice, he will not come! Marietta, give me one of those flowers that I breathe and kisses for his sake! "Then Madame de

Montbazon, closing his eyes, remained motionless. She died for love, making his soul in the scent of a hyacinth.




A. Bertrand , Gaspard de la Nuit

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