“Come, my tragic sighs I beg your exquisite breathes on my skin, An agony of our past - so beautiful, My rebellious soul pours forth its elixir Pretend lightness of these words drunken Of these bodies which have learned to… — Carole Riquet Copy Share Image
“Come, my tragic sighs I beg your exquisite breathes on my skin, An agony of our past - so beautiful, My rebellious soul pours… — Carole Riquet Copy Share Image
