A glass of whisky,
A moment of rest in the
Middle of the night.
I gaze at the stars and
Let my mind roam the sky.
Rest
04 Tuesday Aug 2015
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Esther, je vous aime !
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Spectacular, Esther!
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Drinking with the moon,
An old bard thinks of his friends,
The moon seems to smile.
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L’instant, fort et calme,
tout rayonne doucement
et l’on se sent libre.
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Many times I have had this experience (no whisky though) Nice.
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Bella e intima.
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Incredibly beautiful.
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If it’s that sort of night, can I join you – but perhaps a little brandy, please?
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