Sensation .
La crête .
Volver .
Sierra nevada .
A l'ombre .
Ton style .
Au rouge .
Promenade Lisboète.
1925 .
Padam Padam .
Pepsodent .
Suéca .
Lisbonne mon amour ...
Silence .
Contemplation .
Au bout du monde .
Au bout du bout du monde
La route du phare .
Coupole de la mosquée de Cordoue.
Alcazar ( القصر ) , Séville .
Cathédrale de Grenade .
Cathédrale de Grenade .
Cloître .
Céline .
Noch nie ein Mauer gesehn ? Jamais vu un mur ? (M…
Noch nie ein Mauer gesehn ? Jamais vu un mur ?…
Noch nie ein Mauer gesehn ?Jamais vu un mur ? Free…
Noch nie ein Mauer ghesehn ? Jamais vu un mur ? Le…
Jamais vu un mur? " Wer "
Noch nie ein Mauer gesehn ? Jamais vu un mur ? Di…
Noch nie ein Mauer gesehn ? Jamais vu un mur ? Be…
Noch nie ein Mauer gesehn ? Jamais vu un mur ? L'e…
Noch nie ein Mauer gesehn ? Jamais vu un mur ? L'e…
Noch nie ein Mauer gesehn ?Jamais vu un mur ? L'op…
Noch nie ein Mauer gesehn ? Jamais vu un mur ? Nev…
Noch nie ein Mauer gesehn ? Jamais vu un mur ? Nev…
Berlin, de profundis .
Berlin, premier bar et première nuit .
Le troisième larron .
Le péril jeune .
Pornocats .
Love never die.
Vingt ans .
Sortie
In the desert
See also...
See more...Keywords
Authorizations, license
-
Visible by: Everyone -
All rights reserved
-
882 visits
Ma bohême
www.youtube.com/watch?v=-7ELFr8cBYU
I went off with my fists in my torn pockets;
My overcoat too was becoming ideal;
I travelled beneath the sky, Muse! and I was your vassal;
Oh dear me! what marvellous loves I dreamed of!
My only pair of breeches had a big whole in them.
– Stargazing Tom Thumb, I sowed rhymes along my way.
My tavern was at the Sign of the Great Bear.
– The stars in the sky rustled softly.
And I listened to them, sitting on the road-sides
On those pleasant September evenings while I felt drops
Of dew on my forehead like vigorous wine;
And while, rhyming among the fantastical shadows,
I plucked like the strings of a lyre the elastics
Of my tattered boots, one foot close to my heart!
Ilford Pan F 1992.
Pentax super A +28mm
I went off with my fists in my torn pockets;
My overcoat too was becoming ideal;
I travelled beneath the sky, Muse! and I was your vassal;
Oh dear me! what marvellous loves I dreamed of!
My only pair of breeches had a big whole in them.
– Stargazing Tom Thumb, I sowed rhymes along my way.
My tavern was at the Sign of the Great Bear.
– The stars in the sky rustled softly.
And I listened to them, sitting on the road-sides
On those pleasant September evenings while I felt drops
Of dew on my forehead like vigorous wine;
And while, rhyming among the fantastical shadows,
I plucked like the strings of a lyre the elastics
Of my tattered boots, one foot close to my heart!
Ilford Pan F 1992.
Pentax super A +28mm
, Anna Anastasio, Christiane ♥.•*¨`*•✿, and 19 other people have particularly liked this photo
- Keyboard shortcuts:
Jump to top
RSS feed- Latest comments - Subscribe to the comment feeds of this photo
- ipernity © 2007-2024
- Help & Contact
|
Club news
|
About ipernity
|
History |
ipernity Club & Prices |
Guide of good conduct
Donate | Group guidelines | Privacy policy | Terms of use | Statutes | In memoria -
Facebook
Twitter
Bédé club has replied to Régis DesaillySign-in to write a comment.