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Clementine.
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"Expliquer avec des mots de ce monde qu'un bateau est parti de moi en m'emportant". _Pizarnik
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diyanemo-blog · 7 years ago
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Sundays are for others Azenoire
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ne'er join’d
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diyanemo-blog · 7 years ago
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.06. Azenoire
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diyanemo-blog · 7 years ago
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Lust shall last Azenoire
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Playing at night 2017
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Igor Gruzdev
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Rebecca Cairns
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diyanemo-blog · 7 years ago
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Alice in the Cities (1974) dir. Wim Wenders
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Call Me by Your Name (2017) dir. Luca Guadagnino
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diyanemo-blog · 7 years ago
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conkerart
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diyanemo-blog · 8 years ago
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diyanemo-blog · 8 years ago
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His perfume surrounded me like the persistence of daylight. Once again, I fell in love with a falling star. He was bright, as light as the scent of twilight. He taught me to love my demons, to embrace my darkness. He may be gone forever, but the souvenir of his eyes will always delude my frights.
Ouardia.
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diyanemo-blog · 8 years ago
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“I often wake up scared at night,
searching comfort in a missing delight,
I dream of oversweet decadent coffees,
and a fugacious laughter caresses my ears.
Sometimes, I glimpse a ghost,
a fleeting body that seems lost,
He would gently whisper odes and sonnets,
and inspire me bitter regrets.
He makes my trembling heart weak,
and all my wills slowly fade to meek��
I think I might be in love with a soul,
a night creature looking like an owl.
His bright eyes haunt my sleep,
and his lips hurt me deep.”
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diyanemo-blog · 8 years ago
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