11 Temps pour 10 choses et Dog Attacks 12 De l'utilisation posthume du locataire et le cerveau des personnes ges 13 Celui qui travaille beaucoup fait aussi des fautes et Le consentement et le viol 14 The money required to provide adequate food, 20 aliments nourrissants et rassasiants qui vous aideront perdre du poids et sucre = poison.
15 Caisse primaire d'assurance maladie 16 tat du monde 2002 et Bilan pour Barack Obama. 18 Le Salve aller-retour (1.2017), Seule sur mon Salve (7,2001) et La Mer de Genve en phnomne (11.2012).
02 Une histoire et fermeture du sentier du Pas de l'Echelle entre le pont de l'autoroute et le village de Monnetier du 16.1.2017 jusq'au 28.4.2017.
You must read and consent to these Advertiser Terms of Service (hereinafter "Terms;" "Agreement;" "Advertiser Agreement") before You are permitted to access or use Rent as an Advertiser.Creeds and schools in abeyance, Retiring back a while sufficed at what they are, but never forgotten, I harbor for good or bad, I permit to speak at every hazard, Nature without check with original energy.2 Houses and rooms are full of perfumes, the shelves are crowded with perfumes, I breathe the fragrance myself and know it and like it, The distillation would intoxicate me also, but I shall not let it. Have you felt so proud to get at the meaning of poems?The atmosphere is not a perfume, it has no taste of the distillation, it is odorless, It is for my mouth forever, I am in love with it, I will go to the bank by the wood and become undisguised and naked, I am mad for it to be in contact with me. Stop this day and night with me and you shall possess the origin of all poems, You shall possess the good of the earth and sun, (there are millions of suns left,) You shall no longer take things at second or third hand, nor look through the eyes of the dead, nor feed on the spectres in books, You shall not look through my eyes either, nor take things from me, You shall listen to all sides and filter them from your self.The smoke of my own breath, Echoes, ripples, buzz'd whispers, love-root, silk-thread, crotch and vine, My respiration and inspiration, the beating of my heart, the passing of blood and air through my lungs, The sniff of green leaves and dry leaves, and of the shore and dark-color'd sea-rocks, and of hay in the barn, The sound of the belch'd words of my voice loos'd to the eddies of the wind, A few light kisses, a few embraces, a reaching around of arms, The play of shine and shade on the trees as the supple boughs wag, The delight alone or in the rush of the streets, or along the fields and hill-sides, The feeling of health, the full-noon trill, the song of me rising from bed and meeting the sun. 3 I have heard what the talkers were talking, the talk of the beginning and the end, But I do not talk of the beginning or the end.