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un petit coucou je viens de parcourir ton blog il ai vraiment tres beaux es oui ses le weed end tes photos sont genial bonne journée a toi bisous Martine
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No tengo sólo un Ángel con ala estremecida: me mecen como al mar mecen las dos orillas el Ángel que da el gozo y el que da la agonía, el de alas tremolantes y el de las alas fijas. Yo sé, cuando amanece, cuál va a regirme el día, si el de color de llama o el color de ceniza, y me les doy como alga a la ola, contrita. Sólo una vez volaron con las alas unidas: el día del amor, el de la Epifanía. ¡Se juntaron en una sus alas enemigas y anudaron el nudo de la muerte y la vida!