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By blue summer night I will go in pecked paths through the corn fields, tread the short grass : In a dream I shall feel its coolness on my feet. I let the wind bathe my bare head. I will not speak, I shall think about nothing: But endless love will mount in my soul, and I will go far, very far, like a gipsy, Through Nature - as happy with a woman.

By blue summer night I will go in pecked paths through the corn fields, tread the short grass : In a dream I shall feel its coolness on my feet. I let the wind bathe my bare head. I will not speak, I shall think about nothing: But endless love will mount in my soul, and I will go far, very far, like a gipsy, Through Nature - as happy with a woman.

Marguerite Duras

Marguerite Duras Silence, and then. I will love you until I die. I will try not to die too soon. That's all I have to do

tristesse

Eng Farewell Sadness Hello Sadness You are inscribed in the lines on the ceiling You are inscribed in the eyes that I love You are not poverty absolutely Since the poorest of lips denounce you Ah with.

Bonjour Tristesse

A une passante/To A Passer-By-Charles Baudelaire Around me thundered the deafening noise of the street, In mourning apparel, portraying majestic distress, With queenly fingers, just lifting the hem of.