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Cormac MrCarthy
"Once there were brook trout in the streams in the mountains. You could see them standing in the amber current where the white edges of their fins wimpled softly in the flow. They smelled of moss in your hand. Polished and muscular and torsional. On their backs were vermiculate patters that were maps of the world in its becoming. Maps and mazes. Of a thing which could not be put back. Not be made right again. In the deep glens where they lived all things were older than man and they hummed of mystery."
quotidien.
OdpowiedzUsuńchouette que tu écrives de nouveau en polonais.
le blog comme maison portative.
c'est paulinka sur les photos?
j'espère que ton blog te plaît à toi aussi :-)
seni seviyorum,
guillaume
niezła ta Warszawa na Twoich zdjęciach ;)
OdpowiedzUsuńaż też chce się wracać. kto by pomyślał?
szczególnie podba mi sie ten atak klonów
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