A poetic chronicle about an impossible encounter by Geneviève Gaillard-Vanté.
«Le crachin de la nuit soulève au dehors une odeur agréable d’herbes crues et de terre. De la fenêtre, je regarde sous les arbres, les battements d’ailes des goélands, la mer s’étirant à l’horizon...»
Claves: temps, monde, images
Héros de Bagdad
Just read your new story here. So very proud of your work!!! You made it! Now only the sky is the limit... Wonder where all this emotion comes from but so very very beautiful are your words in French. With love. Me, Sis and Kik
Lyska