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                        Eté                                                                  Le bâteleur

                        

                        L'enfance perdue                                         Ecoute le silence



                        Le peintre                                                      Pygargue



                        La voix de l'ange                                          Le corbeau



                        Hivers                                                            Aquarelle



                        Renaissance                                                 Aïe ...



                        Aller simple                                                    Moon wolf



                        Espérances                                                   Pérennité



                        Lettre aux vampires                                     Les clones



                        Cloison de verre                                          Enfant soldat,
                                                                                                  je ne veux pas ...



                        Petit poème tout net                                    Incandescence




                        Transparence                                               Bulles



                        Le rideau tiré - Nouvelle -                           Jardins
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