Player 9999 posted a message on 29/05 01:58 on the MadWin Forum: On the beach Émile BLÉMONT ! (1839-1927). Answer him on MadWin and exchange with other players
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The beach sparkles, smokes and sounds, vast anvil Let the waves and the wind cover with noise and foam. I go, as I used to, Along the moving pebble, With my eyes wide open, dreaming Some disappointing dream Salted with fresh bitterness. With their sweet joyful cries and their ingenious faces, beautiful children, naked legs, get wet to the best of their ability. From afar, follows them and scolded them An old grandmother. A young blonde woman reads a novel by herself. The light muslin Clouds wandering clouds tear in the hills. The big feline waves pitch up, then jump. And I contemplate the abyss; And I would like, soul and body, to mingle with the long chords that roll from top to top.
The beach sparkles, smokes and resounds, vast anvil Let the waves and wind cover with noise and foam. I go, as I used to, Along the moving pebble, With my eyes wide open, dreaming Some disappointing dream Salted with fresh bitterness. With their sweet joyful cries and their ingenious faces, beautiful children, naked legs, get wet to the best of their ability. From afar, follows them and scolded them An old grandmother. A young blonde woman reads a novel by herself. The light muslin Clouds wandering clouds tear in the hills. The big feline waves pitch up, then jump. And I contemplate the abyss; And I would like, soul and body, to mingle with the long chords that roll from top to top.
The beach sparkles, smokes and sounds, vast anvil Let the waves and the wind cover with noise and foam. I go, as I used to, Along the moving pebble, With my eyes wide open, dreaming Some disappointing dream Salted with fresh bitterness. With their sweet joyful cries and their ingenious faces, beautiful children, naked legs, get wet to the best of their ability. From afar, follows them and scolded them An old grandmother. A young blonde woman reads a novel by herself. The light muslin Clouds wandering clouds tear in the hills. The big feline waves pitch up, then jump. And I contemplate the abyss; And I would like, soul and body, to mingle with the long chords that roll from top to top.
The beach sparkles, smokes and resounds, vast anvil Let the waves and wind cover with noise and foam. I go, as I used to, Along the moving pebble, With my eyes wide open, dreaming Some disappointing dream Salted with fresh bitterness. With their sweet joyful cries and their ingenious faces, beautiful children, naked legs, get wet to the best of their ability. From afar, follows them and scolded them An old grandmother. A young blonde woman reads a novel by herself. The light muslin Clouds wandering clouds tear in the hills. The big feline waves pitch up, then jump. And I contemplate the abyss; And I would like, soul and body, to mingle with the long chords that roll from top to top .
