tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7484739822765901338.post8720234805526266687..comments2008-01-05T15:07:06.409-08:00carOlinadehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07762015987138455816noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7484739822765901338.post-19684044759155449022008-01-05T15:07:00.000-08:002008-01-05T15:07:00.000-08:00Tristan rêveur... revenez encore, clamer la marguerite, elle aime votre présence ;)carOlinadehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07762015987138455816noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7484739822765901338.post-63622390013585788692008-01-03T20:23:00.000-08:002008-01-03T20:23:00.000-08:00Attendre. <BR/>L'Oeil. <BR/>Cosmopolite de l'inconnu. <BR/>Du Joli. <BR/>-Surtout-<BR/>Attendre.<BR/>Craindre. <BR/>La Beauté<BR/>Est si facilement perdue.. <BR/>À jamais.Tristan Rêveurnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7484739822765901338.post-40108670796380788002007-11-08T11:44:00.000-08:002007-11-08T11:44:00.000-08:00Oh ! le butineur ! Mes marguerites ont adoré être butinées de la sorte par vous...carOlinadehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07762015987138455816noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7484739822765901338.post-41204140557743069462007-11-07T13:40:00.000-08:002007-11-07T13:40:00.000-08:00de leurs guérites en marge<BR/>les marguerites veillent<BR/>sur la paix de leurs pétales<BR/><BR/>butineurAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com