tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5640685159828802662.post1384210603904622715..comments2023-12-15T11:13:08.829+01:00Comments on Sharrow tükörvilága: Stéphane Mallarmé: Herodiade (részlet)Sharrowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01369431514492570309noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5640685159828802662.post-81114207076160166182018-03-20T19:23:22.441+01:002018-03-20T19:23:22.441+01:00The present time is what the past one didThe present time is what the past one didAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5640685159828802662.post-26584422083536622402018-03-19T20:03:31.327+01:002018-03-19T20:03:31.327+01:00I think didn't lost that peace. I think. I wis...I think didn't lost that peace. I think. I wish.<br />And I'm glad cos I could feel those things with you.<br />Is that only past?Sharrowhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01369431514492570309noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5640685159828802662.post-59077657362003620402018-03-19T13:44:04.729+01:002018-03-19T13:44:04.729+01:00J'ai de mon reve épars connu la nudità!
There...<i>J'ai de mon reve épars connu la nudità!</i><br /><br />There, where we met us, it was like so: There, where we met. I could show myself into my deep. There, where we met, I could be naked. Not my body. My soul. You know it. I liked a lot that peace...Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com