Painting by Anna Razumovskaya
Le violon chante
L’espoir, une folle danse
Sur la grand’route,
Pour le repos des errants,
La joie de leurs coeurs d’enfants
Bal
28 Friday Jun 2013
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Such beauty! I am honoured that you are following me. Thank you!
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Reblogged this on Graffiti-uri pe pereţii unei gări.
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le violon pleure parfois comme moi lorsque j’entend sa douce melodie
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S’il pleure, c’est qu’il a l’âme triste.
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Chaleur de la note
D’un violon plein d’enthousiasme,
On sent battre un coeur.
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Merci pour votre soutien.
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You are welcome. 🙂
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beautifully stunning painting!
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Estasi e bellezza.
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