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Throughout the modern period, des Abbesses succeed to Chelles. In 1543, for example, it is Renée of Bourbon, descendant of Saint Louis and sister of the King of Navarre, which becomes the forty-eighth abbess of Chelles.
At the beginning of the eighteenth century, the Abbess is none other that the daughter of the regent, Louise-adelaïde of Orleans. Chelles then becomes a real royal residence. In this period, the abbesses of the commune cumulating the rights of justice, and many of the attributes that flow from it: they perceive including taxs on the economic activities of Chellois : vine, butcher, masonry, etc. In 1755, the main entrances of the Seigneury are marked by the terminals of stone which only one remains today on the edges of the Marne. In 1790, the abbey is deleted. It is sold as national property in 1796, then looted and destroyed during the revolutionary period. The Sea exult, overflows, spits and slap everything. I look at the sky... huge... washed out. The sky... long... Almost uni... I do not know how many time... long... The GULL is not fencing more both; it is more quiet at present. I would like to the bow of a sailing vessel, near canvases which undulate. And the sun of a sudden appears, and the wild islands also, in a whiff of the tropics. I ask the foot on a beach any beige. The gull looks at me m Press under the dense cover of the fins and lianas which the interspersed. Profusion of green under the warm light and suddenly: the ruins. Eaten by the nature, covered in roots, the ruins that we not expected, that nothing indicates. Stones verdies, heads of saints have fallen on the ground, nose in the earth. Columns of the oblivion to the walls of the desolation, a hummingbird m observed, flywheel on place in shaking his head. Beyond the ruins is student a hill where the vegetation is always lurking. It is done menue little by little and disappears completely at the summit, letting appear a cradle in granite brown. From this point, I embrace the whole island, this green ring out of the waters and the Dunes of waves which dance around. The gull attracts me to him and m student little by little in the air. I flies over the island in its wake. The wind pulls my long hair, inflates my clothes. Of Where we are, the boat is more than a point to the anchor, the island decreases and the sky takes this shade deep blue characteristic. The aerobatics is accelerating: antics and rotations to full speed. I am now ready to follow the gull in his world, ready to understand perhaps... It takes me away from there, where a dark light blows from the Plains to the east. A smell of opium and Revelation escapes from fumaroles. The Herring Gull gently flat, the mine sad. I walk for miles in hot ashes and tiny stones of lava which croustillent under my soles. I see the blackened arm of a doll which he remains only this. The Thin smoke stand on my passage as snakes charmed. The gulls, him, flies over a lake of molten steel beyond which is sitting an old plateau, which the wind has prevailed once all youth. It remains only the dull rock and a few cypress, sorry to have grown there. Seen in the distance a courageous minaret which stands, despite the sun and the lasts scree. With children play: they type on the boxes in white iron, megaphones of their heart, who tell us: "I beat, I exists. " As each day, it is there. The Parisian basin is formed during the secondary era (- 240 million years to - 65 million years) at the discretion of climate fluctuations, of marine transgressions and regressions corresponding, and movements related to the tectonic plates. For detail, the maritime movements have filed in the course of geological time different materials which have formed sedimentary layers. Under the weight of these layers the basin is little by little collapsed, forming a plate. This base has been worked by the different processes erosive and related movements to orogenèses (appearance of the Alps in particular). Chelles The Marne has been an important player in the Constitution of the geography of the Parisian basin. Has Chelles, at the discretion of the glaciations, it has dug a large gash in the limestone plateau of Brie and formed a valley in which are currently Chelles and its islands. On the map Located Below, we see the three geographical units that structure the Common: At the foot of a tree, always the same. Simply wearing a small blue dress faded, beginning to unravel. His face, based on two arms purposes encasing of legs any also fine, is hidden by an abundant golden hair. As each day, it remains prostrate herb, during several hours, until the sun begins its descent, nimbant the forest of a amber light, sometimes so intense that it could believe that it burns, if the peaceful singing of birds and the Gentle Moisture does not broke the illusion. I am happy to observe, from far away. I do not even know if it is a doubt in my presence, as long it is stationary. A true Statue, only shaken of minute spasms. Crying, perhaps. Surely. But despite the growing envy, day after day, to go the comfort, I rest far, hidden. I would like the Consolation, make him raise the head and do there appear a smile, but the fear of him to fear is stronger. I do not want to scare, or that it is misunderstood on my intentions; nothing that the idea of no longer see it breaks my heart; for once that someone shares the solitude of the forest with me... Day after day, I stop on the path of the return and I observed, ensuring on it from far away. I rest until it parte and that any threat is ruled out. But one day, while I look at far, I discovered a detail, or rather several, half hidden by his long hair: enormous blue cover its arm. Yet, the same position, the same silence... until it cracks: the tears, usually silent, resound in the forest, alerting the forms of lives in the surrounding area, that hasten to décamper. I do not want more and me precipitates at its sides. On the last meters we separating, I advance more gently, for not frighten, then I stop a few meters from it. As it still does not seem to me to have noticed, I continue to walk, doing deliberately crack a branch. Surprise, it notes the head in a hiccup; its large eyes, lost in a face ravaged of tears, Me Secure with a mixture of surprise, fascination and fear. Throughout the modern period, des Abbesses succeed to Chelles. In 1543, for example, it is Renée of Bourbon, descendant of Saint Louis and sister of the King of Navarre, which becomes the forty-eighth abbess of Chelles. At the beginning of the eighteenth century, the Abbess is none other that the daughter of the regent, Louise-adelaïde of Orleans. Chelles then becomes a real royal residence. In this period, the abbesses of the commune cumulating the rights of justice, and many of the attributes that flow from it: they perceive including taxs on the economic activities of Chellois : vine, butcher, masonry, etc. In 1755, the main entrances of the Seigneury are marked by the terminals of stone which only one remains today on the edges of the Marne. In 1790, the abbey is deleted. It is sold as national property in 1796, then looted and destroyed during the revolutionary period. The Sea exult, overflows, spits and slap everything. I look at the sky... huge... washed out. The sky... long... Almost uni... I do not know how many time... long... The GULL is not fencing more both; it is more quiet at present. I would like to the bow of a sailing vessel, near canvases which undulate. And the sun of a sudden appears, and the wild islands also, in a whiff of the tropics. I ask the foot on a beach any beige. The gull looks at me m Press under the dense cover of the fins and lianas which the interspersed. Profusion of green under the warm light and suddenly: the ruins. Eaten by the nature, covered in roots, the ruins that we not expected, that nothing indicates. Stones verdies, heads of saints have fallen on the ground, nose in the earth. Columns of the oblivion to the walls of the desolation, a hummingbird m observed, flywheel on place in shaking his head. Beyond the ruins is student a hill where the vegetation is always lurking. It is done menue little by little and disappears completely at the summit, letting appear a cradle in granite brown. From this point, I embrace the whole island, this green ring out of the waters and the Dunes of waves which dance around. The gull attracts me to him and m student little by little in the air. I flies over the island in its wake. The wind pulls my long hair, inflates my clothes. Of Where we are, the boat is more than a point to the anchor, the island decreases and the sky takes this shade deep blue characteristic. The aerobatics is accelerating: antics and rotations to full speed. I am now ready to follow the gull in his world, ready to understand perhaps... It takes me away from there, where a dark light blows from the Plains to the east. A smell of opium and Revelation escapes from fumaroles. The Herring Gull gently flat, the mine sad. I walk for miles in hot ashes and tiny stones of lava which croustillent under my soles. I see the blackened arm of a doll which he remains only this. The Thin smoke stand on my passage as snakes charmed. The gulls, him, flies over a lake of molten steel beyond which is sitting an old plateau, which the wind has prevailed once all youth. It remains only the dull rock and a few cypress, sorry to have grown there. Seen in the distance a courageous minaret which stands, despite the sun and the lasts scree. With children play: they type on the boxes in white iron, megaphones of their heart, who tell us: "I beat, I exists. " As each day, it is there. The Parisian basin is formed during the secondary era (- 240 million years to - 65 million years) at the discretion of climate fluctuations, of marine transgressions and regressions corresponding, and movements related to the tectonic plates. For detail, the maritime movements have filed in the course of geological time different materials which have formed sedimentary layers. Under the weight of these layers the basin is little by little collapsed, forming a plate. This base has been worked by the different processes erosive and related movements to orogenèses (appearance of the Alps in particular). Chelles The Marne has been an important player in the Constitution of the geography of the Parisian basin. Has Chelles, at the discretion of the glaciations, it has dug a large gash in the limestone plateau of Brie and formed a valley in which are currently Chelles and its islands. On the map Located Below, we see the three geographical units that structure the Common: At the foot of a tree, always the same. Simply wearing a small blue dress faded, beginning to unravel. His face, based on two arms purposes encasing of legs any also fine, is hidden by an abundant golden hair. As each day, it remains prostrate herb, during several hours, until the sun begins its descent, nimbant the forest of a amber light, sometimes so intense that it could believe that it burns, if the peaceful singing of birds and the Gentle Moisture does not broke the illusion. I am happy to observe, from far away. I do not even know if it is a doubt in my presence, as long it is stationary. A true Statue, only shaken of minute spasms. Crying, perhaps. Surely. But despite the growing envy, day after day, to go the comfort, I rest far, hidden. I would like the Consolation, make him raise the head and do there appear a smile, but the fear of him to fear is stronger. I do not want to scare, or that it is misunderstood on my intentions; nothing that the idea of no longer see it breaks my heart; for once that someone shares the solitude of the forest with me... Day after day, I stop on the path of the return and I observed, ensuring on it from far away. I rest until it parte and that any threat is ruled out. But one day, while I look at far, I discovered a detail, or rather several, half hidden by his long hair: enormous blue cover its arm. Yet, the same position, the same silence... until it cracks: the tears, usually silent, resound in the forest, alerting the forms of lives in the surrounding area, that hasten to décamper. I do not want more and me precipitates at its sides. On the last meters we separating, I advance more gently, for not frighten, then I stop a few meters from it. As it still does not seem to me to have noticed, I continue to walk, doing deliberately crack a branch. Surprise, it notes the head in a hiccup; its large eyes, lost in a face ravaged of tears, Me Secure with a mixture of surprise, fascination and fear. Throughout the modern period, des Abbesses succeed to Chelles. In 1543, for example, it is Renée of Bourbon, descendant of Saint Louis and sister of the King of Navarre, which becomes the forty-eighth abbess of Chelles. At the beginning of the eighteenth century, the Abbess is none other that the daughter of the regent, Louise-adelaïde of Orleans. Chelles then becomes a real royal residence. In this period, the abbesses of the commune cumulating the rights of justice, and many of the attributes that flow from it: they perceive including taxs on the economic activities of Chellois : vine, butcher, masonry, etc. In 1755, the main entrances of the Seigneury are marked by the terminals of stone which only one remains today on the edges of the Marne. In 1790, the abbey is deleted. It is sold as national property in 1796, then looted and destroyed during the revolutionary period. The Sea exult, overflows, spits and slap everything. I look at the sky... huge... washed out. The sky... long... Almost uni... I do not know how many time... long... The GULL is not fencing more both; it is more quiet at present. I would like to the bow of a sailing vessel, near canvases which undulate. And the sun of a sudden appears, and the wild islands also, in a whiff of the tropics. I ask the foot on a beach any beige. The gull looks at me m Press under the dense cover of the fins and lianas which the interspersed. Profusion of green under the warm light and suddenly: the ruins. Eaten by the nature, covered in roots, the ruins that we not expected, that nothing indicates. Stones verdies, heads of saints have fallen on the ground, nose in the earth. Columns of the oblivion to the walls of the desolation, a hummingbird m observed, flywheel on place in shaking his head. Beyond the ruins is student a hill where the vegetation is always lurking. It is done menue little by little and disappears completely at the summit, letting appear a cradle in granite brown. From this point, I embrace the whole island, this green ring out of the waters and the Dunes of waves which dance around. The gull attracts me to him and m student little by little in the air. I flies over the island in its wake. The wind pulls my long hair, inflates my clothes. Of Where we are, the boat is more than a point to the anchor, the island decreases and the sky takes this shade deep blue characteristic. The aerobatics is accelerating: antics and rotations to full speed. I am now ready to follow the gull in his world, ready to understand perhaps... It takes me away from there, where a dark light blows from the Plains to the east. A smell of opium and Revelation escapes from fumaroles. The Herring Gull gently flat, the mine sad. I walk for miles in hot ashes and tiny stones of lava which croustillent under my soles. I see the blackened arm of a doll which he remains only this. The Thin smoke stand on my passage as snakes charmed. The gulls, him, flies over a lake of molten steel beyond which is sitting an old plateau, which the wind has prevailed once all youth. It remains only the dull rock and a few cypress, sorry to have grown there. Seen in the distance a courageous minaret which stands, despite the sun and the lasts scree. With children play: they type on the boxes in white iron, megaphones of their heart, who tell us: "I beat, I exists. " As each day, it is there. The Parisian basin is formed during the secondary era (- 240 million years to - 65 million years) at the discretion of climate fluctuations, of marine transgressions and regressions corresponding, and movements related to the tectonic plates. For detail, the maritime movements have filed in the course of geological time different materials which have formed sedimentary layers. Under the weight of these layers the basin is little by little collapsed, forming a plate. This base has been worked by the different processes erosive and related movements to orogenèses (appearance of the Alps in particular). Chelles The Marne has been an important player in the Constitution of the geography of the Parisian basin. Has Chelles, at the discretion of the glaciations, it has dug a large gash in the limestone plateau of Brie and formed a valley in which are currently Chelles and its islands. On the map Located Below, we see the three geographical units that structure the Common: At the foot of a tree, always the same. Simply wearing a small blue dress faded, beginning to unravel. His face, based on two arms purposes encasing of legs any also fine, is hidden by an abundant golden hair. As each day, it remains prostrate herb, during several hours, until the sun begins its descent, nimbant the forest of a amber light, sometimes so intense that it could believe that it burns, if the peaceful singing of birds and the Gentle Moisture does not broke the illusion. I am happy to observe, from far away. I do not even know if it is a doubt in my presence, as long it is stationary. A true Statue, only shaken of minute spasms. Crying, perhaps. Surely. But despite the growing envy, day after day, to go the comfort, I rest far, hidden. I would like the Consolation, make him raise the head and do there appear a smile, but the fear of him to fear is stronger. I do not want to scare, or that it is misunderstood on my intentions; nothing that the idea of no longer see it breaks my heart; for once that someone shares the solitude of the forest with me... Day after day, I stop on the path of the return and I observed, ensuring on it from far away. I rest until it parte and that any threat is ruled out. But one day, while I look at far, I discovered a detail, or rather several, half hidden by his long hair: enormous blue cover its arm. Yet, the same position, the same silence... until it cracks: the tears, usually silent, resound in the forest, alerting the forms of lives in the surrounding area, that hasten to décamper. I do not want more and me precipitates at its sides. On the last meters we separating, I advance more gently, for not frighten, then I stop a few meters from it. As it still does not seem to me to have noticed, I continue to walk, doing deliberately crack a branch. Surprise, it notes the head in a hiccup; its large eyes, lost in a face ravaged of tears, Me Secure with a mixture of surprise, fascination and fear. Throughout the modern period, des Abbesses succeed to Chelles. In 1543, for example, it is Renée of Bourbon, descendant of Saint Louis and sister of the King of Navarre, which becomes the forty-eighth abbess of Chelles. At the beginning of the eighteenth century, the Abbess is none other that the daughter of the regent, Louise-adelaïde of Orleans. Chelles then becomes a real royal residence. In this period, the abbesses of the commune cumulating the rights of justice, and many of the attributes that flow from it: they perceive including taxs on the economic activities of Chellois : vine, butcher, masonry, etc. In 1755, the main entrances of the Seigneury are marked by the terminals of stone which only one remains today on the edges of the Marne. In 1790, the abbey is deleted. It is sold as national property in 1796, then looted and destroyed during the revolutionary period.
The Sea exult, overflows, spits and slap everything. I look at the sky... huge... washed out. The sky... long... Almost uni... I do not know how many time... long... The GULL is not fencing more both; it is more quiet at present. I would like to the bow of a sailing vessel, near canvases which undulate. And the sun of a sudden appears, and the wild islands also, in a whiff of the tropics. I ask the foot on a beach any beige. The gull looks at me m Press under the dense cover of the fins and lianas which the interspersed. Profusion of green under the warm light and suddenly: the ruins. Eaten by the nature, covered in roots, the ruins that we not expected, that nothing indicates. Stones verdies, heads of saints have fallen on the ground, nose in the earth. Columns of the oblivion to the walls of the desolation, a hummingbird m observed, flywheel on place in shaking his head. Beyond the ruins is student a hill where the vegetation is always lurking. It is done menue little by little and disappears completely at the summit, letting appear a cradle in granite brown. From this point, I embrace the whole island, this green ring out of the waters and the Dunes of waves which dance around. The gull attracts me to him and m student little by little in the air. I flies over the island in its wake. The wind pulls my long hair, inflates my clothes. Of Where we are, the boat is more than a point to the anchor, the island decreases and the sky takes this shade deep blue characteristic.
The aerobatics is accelerating: antics and rotations to full speed. I am now ready to follow the gull in his world, ready to understand perhaps... It takes me away from there, where a dark light blows from the Plains to the east. A smell of opium and Revelation escapes from fumaroles. The Herring Gull gently flat, the mine sad. I walk for miles in hot ashes and tiny stones of lava which croustillent under my soles. I see the blackened arm of a doll which he remains only this. The Thin smoke stand on my passage as snakes charmed. The gulls, him, flies over a lake of molten steel beyond which is sitting an old plateau, which the wind has prevailed once all youth. It remains only the dull rock and a few cypress, sorry to have grown there. Seen in the distance a courageous minaret which stands, despite the sun and the lasts scree. With children play: they type on the boxes in white iron, megaphones of their heart, who tell us: "I beat, I exists. " As each day, it is there. The Parisian basin is formed during the secondary era (- 240 million years to - 65 million years) at the discretion of climate fluctuations, of marine transgressions and regressions corresponding, and movements related to the tectonic plates.
For detail, the maritime movements have filed in the course of geological time different materials which have formed sedimentary layers. Under the weight of these layers the basin is little by little collapsed, forming a plate. This base has been worked by the different processes erosive and related movements to orogenèses (appearance of the Alps in particular). Chelles The Marne has been an important player in the Constitution of the geography of the Parisian basin. Has Chelles, at the discretion of the glaciations, it has dug a large gash in the limestone plateau of Brie and formed a valley in which are currently Chelles and its islands. On the map Located Below, we see the three geographical units that structure the Common: At the foot of a tree, always the same. Simply wearing a small blue dress faded, beginning to unravel. His face, based on two arms purposes encasing of legs any also fine, is hidden by an abundant golden hair. As each day, it remains prostrate herb, during several hours, until the sun begins its descent, nimbant the forest of a amber light, sometimes so intense that it could believe that it burns, if the peaceful singing of birds and the Gentle Moisture does not broke the illusion. I am happy to observe, from far away. I do not even know if it is a doubt in my presence, as long it is stationary. A true Statue, only shaken of minute spasms. Crying, perhaps. Surely. But despite the growing envy, day after day, to go the comfort, I rest far, hidden. I would like the Consolation, make him raise the head and do there appear a smile, but the fear of him to fear is stronger. I do not want to scare, or that it is misunderstood on my intentions; nothing that the idea of no longer see it breaks my heart; for once that someone shares the solitude of the forest with me... Day after day, I stop on the path of the return and I observed, ensuring on it from far away. I rest until it parte and that any threat is ruled out. But one day, while I look at far, I discovered a detail, or rather several, half hidden by his long hair: enormous blue cover its arm. Yet, the same position, the same silence... until it cracks: the tears, usually silent, resound in the forest, alerting the forms of lives in the surrounding area, that hasten to décamper. I do not want more and me precipitates at its sides. On the last meters we separating, I advance more gently, for not frighten, then I stop a few meters from it. As it still does not seem to me to have noticed, I continue to walk, doing deliberately crack a branch.
Surprise, it notes the head in a hiccup; its large eyes, lost in a face ravaged of tears, Me Secure with a mixture of surprise, fascination and fear. Throughout the modern period, des Abbesses succeed to Chelles. In 1543, for example, it is Renée of Bourbon, descendant of Saint Louis and sister of the King of Navarre, which becomes the forty-eighth abbess of Chelles. At the beginning of the eighteenth century, the Abbess is none other that the daughter of the regent, Louise-adelaïde of Orleans. Chelles then becomes a real royal residence. In this period, the abbesses of the commune cumulating the rights of justice, and many of the attributes that flow from it: they perceive including taxs on the economic activities of Chellois : vine, butcher, masonry, etc.
In 1755, the main entrances of the Seigneury are marked by the terminals of stone which only one remains today on the edges of the Marne. In 1790, the abbey is deleted. It is sold as national property in 1796, then looted and destroyed during the revolutionary period. The Sea exult, overflows, spits and slap everything. I look at the sky... huge... washed out. The sky... long... Almost uni... I do not know how many time... long... The GULL is not fencing more both; it is more quiet at present. I would like to the bow of a sailing vessel, near canvases which undulate. And the sun of a sudden appears, and the wild islands also, in a whiff of the tropics. I ask the foot on a beach any beige. The gull looks at me m Press under the dense cover of the fins and lianas which the interspersed. Profusion of green under the warm light and suddenly: the ruins. Eaten by the nature, covered in roots, the ruins that we not expected, that nothing indicates. Stones verdies, heads of saints have fallen on the ground, nose in the earth. Columns of the oblivion to the walls of the desolation, a hummingbird m observed, flywheel on place in shaking his head. Beyond the ruins is student a hill where the vegetation is always lurking. It is done menue little by little and disappears completely at the summit, letting appear a cradle in granite brown. From this point, I embrace the whole island, this green ring out of the waters and the Dunes of waves which dance around. The gull attracts me to him and m student little by little in the air. I flies over the island in its wake. The wind pulls my long hair, inflates my clothes. Of Where we are, the boat is more than a point to the anchor, the island decreases and the sky takes this shade deep blue characteristic. The aerobatics is accelerating: antics and rotations to full speed. I am now ready to follow the gull in his world, ready to understand perhaps... It takes me away from there, where a dark light blows from the Plains to the east. A smell of opium and Revelation escapes from fumaroles. The Herring Gull gently flat, the mine sad. I walk for miles in hot ashes and tiny stones of lava which croustillent under my soles. I see the blackened arm of a doll which he remains only this. The Thin smoke stand on my passage as snakes charmed. The gulls, him, flies over a lake of molten steel beyond which is sitting an old plateau, which the wind has prevailed once all youth. It remains only the dull rock and a few cypress, sorry to have grown there. Seen in the distance a courageous minaret which stands, despite the sun and the lasts scree. With children play: they type on the boxes in white iron, megaphones of their heart, who tell us: "I beat, I exists. " As each day, it is there. The Parisian basin is formed during the secondary era (- 240 million years to - 65 million years) at the discretion of climate fluctuations, of marine transgressions and regressions corresponding, and movements related to the tectonic plates. For detail, the maritime movements have filed in the course of geological time different materials which have formed sedimentary layers. Under the weight of these layers the basin is little by little collapsed, forming a plate. This base has been worked by the different processes erosive and related movements to orogenèses (appearance of the Alps in particular). Chelles The Marne has been an important player in the Constitution of the geography of the Parisian basin. Has Chelles, at the discretion of the glaciations, it has dug a large gash in the limestone plateau of Brie and formed a valley in which are currently Chelles and its islands.
On the map Located Below, we see the three geographical units that structure the Common: At the foot of a tree, always the same. Simply wearing a small blue dress faded, beginning to unravel. His face, based on two arms purposes encasing of legs any also fine, is hidden by an abundant golden hair. As each day, it remains prostrate herb, during several hours, until the sun begins its descent, nimbant the forest of a amber light, sometimes so intense that it could believe that it burns, if the peaceful singing of birds and the Gentle Moisture does not broke the illusion. I am happy to observe, from far away. I do not even know if it is a doubt in my presence, as long it is stationary. A true Statue, only shaken of minute spasms. Crying, perhaps. Surely. But despite the growing envy, day after day, to go the comfort, I rest far, hidden. I would like the Consolation, make him raise the head and do there appear a smile, but the fear of him to fear is stronger. I do not want to scare, or that it is misunderstood on my intentions; nothing that the idea of no longer see it breaks my heart; for once that someone shares the solitude of the forest with me... Day after day, I stop on the path of the return and I observed, ensuring on it from far away. I rest until it parte and that any threat is ruled out. But one day, while I look at far, I discovered a detail, or rather several, half hidden by his long hair: enormous blue cover its arm.
Yet, the same position, the same silence... until it cracks: the tears, usually silent, resound in the forest, alerting the forms of lives in the surrounding area, that hasten to décamper. I do not want more and me precipitates at its sides. On the last meters we separating, I advance more gently, for not frighten, then I stop a few meters from it. As it still does not seem to me to have noticed, I continue to walk, doing deliberately crack a branch. Surprise, it notes the head in a hiccup; its large eyes, lost in a face ravaged of tears, Me Secure with a mixture of surprise, fascination and fear.
At the beginning of the eighteenth century, the Abbess is none other that the daughter of the regent, Louise-adelaïde of Orleans. Chelles then becomes a real royal residence. In this period, the abbesses of the commune cumulating the rights of justice, and many of the attributes that flow from it: they perceive including taxs on the economic activities of Chellois : vine, butcher, masonry, etc. In 1755, the main entrances of the Seigneury are marked by the terminals of stone which only one remains today on the edges of the Marne. In 1790, the abbey is deleted. It is sold as national property in 1796, then looted and destroyed during the revolutionary period. The Sea exult, overflows, spits and slap everything. I look at the sky... huge... washed out. The sky... long... Almost uni... I do not know how many time... long... The GULL is not fencing more both; it is more quiet at present. I would like to the bow of a sailing vessel, near canvases which undulate. And the sun of a sudden appears, and the wild islands also, in a whiff of the tropics. I ask the foot on a beach any beige. The gull looks at me m Press under the dense cover of the fins and lianas which the interspersed. Profusion of green under the warm light and suddenly: the ruins. Eaten by the nature, covered in roots, the ruins that we not expected, that nothing indicates. Stones verdies, heads of saints have fallen on the ground, nose in the earth. Columns of the oblivion to the walls of the desolation, a hummingbird m observed, flywheel on place in shaking his head. Beyond the ruins is student a hill where the vegetation is always lurking. It is done menue little by little and disappears completely at the summit, letting appear a cradle in granite brown. From this point, I embrace the whole island, this green ring out of the waters and the Dunes of waves which dance around. The gull attracts me to him and m student little by little in the air. I flies over the island in its wake. The wind pulls my long hair, inflates my clothes. Of Where we are, the boat is more than a point to the anchor, the island decreases and the sky takes this shade deep blue characteristic. The aerobatics is accelerating: antics and rotations to full speed. I am now ready to follow the gull in his world, ready to understand perhaps... It takes me away from there, where a dark light blows from the Plains to the east. A smell of opium and Revelation escapes from fumaroles. The Herring Gull gently flat, the mine sad. I walk for miles in hot ashes and tiny stones of lava which croustillent under my soles. I see the blackened arm of a doll which he remains only this. The Thin smoke stand on my passage as snakes charmed. The gulls, him, flies over a lake of molten steel beyond which is sitting an old plateau, which the wind has prevailed once all youth. It remains only the dull rock and a few cypress, sorry to have grown there. Seen in the distance a courageous minaret which stands, despite the sun and the lasts scree. With children play: they type on the boxes in white iron, megaphones of their heart, who tell us: "I beat, I exists. " As each day, it is there. The Parisian basin is formed during the secondary era (- 240 million years to - 65 million years) at the discretion of climate fluctuations, of marine transgressions and regressions corresponding, and movements related to the tectonic plates. For detail, the maritime movements have filed in the course of geological time different materials which have formed sedimentary layers. Under the weight of these layers the basin is little by little collapsed, forming a plate. This base has been worked by the different processes erosive and related movements to orogenèses (appearance of the Alps in particular). Chelles The Marne has been an important player in the Constitution of the geography of the Parisian basin. Has Chelles, at the discretion of the glaciations, it has dug a large gash in the limestone plateau of Brie and formed a valley in which are currently Chelles and its islands. On the map Located Below, we see the three geographical units that structure the Common: At the foot of a tree, always the same. Simply wearing a small blue dress faded, beginning to unravel. His face, based on two arms purposes encasing of legs any also fine, is hidden by an abundant golden hair. As each day, it remains prostrate herb, during several hours, until the sun begins its descent, nimbant the forest of a amber light, sometimes so intense that it could believe that it burns, if the peaceful singing of birds and the Gentle Moisture does not broke the illusion. I am happy to observe, from far away. I do not even know if it is a doubt in my presence, as long it is stationary. A true Statue, only shaken of minute spasms. Crying, perhaps. Surely. But despite the growing envy, day after day, to go the comfort, I rest far, hidden. I would like the Consolation, make him raise the head and do there appear a smile, but the fear of him to fear is stronger. I do not want to scare, or that it is misunderstood on my intentions; nothing that the idea of no longer see it breaks my heart; for once that someone shares the solitude of the forest with me... Day after day, I stop on the path of the return and I observed, ensuring on it from far away. I rest until it parte and that any threat is ruled out. But one day, while I look at far, I discovered a detail, or rather several, half hidden by his long hair: enormous blue cover its arm. Yet, the same position, the same silence... until it cracks: the tears, usually silent, resound in the forest, alerting the forms of lives in the surrounding area, that hasten to décamper. I do not want more and me precipitates at its sides. On the last meters we separating, I advance more gently, for not frighten, then I stop a few meters from it. As it still does not seem to me to have noticed, I continue to walk, doing deliberately crack a branch. Surprise, it notes the head in a hiccup; its large eyes, lost in a face ravaged of tears, Me Secure with a mixture of surprise, fascination and fear. Throughout the modern period, des Abbesses succeed to Chelles. In 1543, for example, it is Renée of Bourbon, descendant of Saint Louis and sister of the King of Navarre, which becomes the forty-eighth abbess of Chelles. At the beginning of the eighteenth century, the Abbess is none other that the daughter of the regent, Louise-adelaïde of Orleans. Chelles then becomes a real royal residence. In this period, the abbesses of the commune cumulating the rights of justice, and many of the attributes that flow from it: they perceive including taxs on the economic activities of Chellois : vine, butcher, masonry, etc. In 1755, the main entrances of the Seigneury are marked by the terminals of stone which only one remains today on the edges of the Marne. In 1790, the abbey is deleted. It is sold as national property in 1796, then looted and destroyed during the revolutionary period. The Sea exult, overflows, spits and slap everything. I look at the sky... huge... washed out. The sky... long... Almost uni... I do not know how many time... long... The GULL is not fencing more both; it is more quiet at present. I would like to the bow of a sailing vessel, near canvases which undulate. And the sun of a sudden appears, and the wild islands also, in a whiff of the tropics. I ask the foot on a beach any beige. The gull looks at me m Press under the dense cover of the fins and lianas which the interspersed. Profusion of green under the warm light and suddenly: the ruins. Eaten by the nature, covered in roots, the ruins that we not expected, that nothing indicates. Stones verdies, heads of saints have fallen on the ground, nose in the earth. Columns of the oblivion to the walls of the desolation, a hummingbird m observed, flywheel on place in shaking his head. Beyond the ruins is student a hill where the vegetation is always lurking. It is done menue little by little and disappears completely at the summit, letting appear a cradle in granite brown. From this point, I embrace the whole island, this green ring out of the waters and the Dunes of waves which dance around. The gull attracts me to him and m student little by little in the air. I flies over the island in its wake. The wind pulls my long hair, inflates my clothes. Of Where we are, the boat is more than a point to the anchor, the island decreases and the sky takes this shade deep blue characteristic. The aerobatics is accelerating: antics and rotations to full speed. I am now ready to follow the gull in his world, ready to understand perhaps... It takes me away from there, where a dark light blows from the Plains to the east. A smell of opium and Revelation escapes from fumaroles. The Herring Gull gently flat, the mine sad. I walk for miles in hot ashes and tiny stones of lava which croustillent under my soles. I see the blackened arm of a doll which he remains only this. The Thin smoke stand on my passage as snakes charmed. The gulls, him, flies over a lake of molten steel beyond which is sitting an old plateau, which the wind has prevailed once all youth. It remains only the dull rock and a few cypress, sorry to have grown there. Seen in the distance a courageous minaret which stands, despite the sun and the lasts scree. With children play: they type on the boxes in white iron, megaphones of their heart, who tell us: "I beat, I exists. " As each day, it is there. The Parisian basin is formed during the secondary era (- 240 million years to - 65 million years) at the discretion of climate fluctuations, of marine transgressions and regressions corresponding, and movements related to the tectonic plates. For detail, the maritime movements have filed in the course of geological time different materials which have formed sedimentary layers. Under the weight of these layers the basin is little by little collapsed, forming a plate. This base has been worked by the different processes erosive and related movements to orogenèses (appearance of the Alps in particular). Chelles The Marne has been an important player in the Constitution of the geography of the Parisian basin. Has Chelles, at the discretion of the glaciations, it has dug a large gash in the limestone plateau of Brie and formed a valley in which are currently Chelles and its islands. On the map Located Below, we see the three geographical units that structure the Common: At the foot of a tree, always the same. Simply wearing a small blue dress faded, beginning to unravel. His face, based on two arms purposes encasing of legs any also fine, is hidden by an abundant golden hair. As each day, it remains prostrate herb, during several hours, until the sun begins its descent, nimbant the forest of a amber light, sometimes so intense that it could believe that it burns, if the peaceful singing of birds and the Gentle Moisture does not broke the illusion. I am happy to observe, from far away. I do not even know if it is a doubt in my presence, as long it is stationary. A true Statue, only shaken of minute spasms. Crying, perhaps. Surely. But despite the growing envy, day after day, to go the comfort, I rest far, hidden. I would like the Consolation, make him raise the head and do there appear a smile, but the fear of him to fear is stronger. I do not want to scare, or that it is misunderstood on my intentions; nothing that the idea of no longer see it breaks my heart; for once that someone shares the solitude of the forest with me... Day after day, I stop on the path of the return and I observed, ensuring on it from far away. I rest until it parte and that any threat is ruled out. But one day, while I look at far, I discovered a detail, or rather several, half hidden by his long hair: enormous blue cover its arm. Yet, the same position, the same silence... until it cracks: the tears, usually silent, resound in the forest, alerting the forms of lives in the surrounding area, that hasten to décamper. I do not want more and me precipitates at its sides. On the last meters we separating, I advance more gently, for not frighten, then I stop a few meters from it. As it still does not seem to me to have noticed, I continue to walk, doing deliberately crack a branch. Surprise, it notes the head in a hiccup; its large eyes, lost in a face ravaged of tears, Me Secure with a mixture of surprise, fascination and fear. Throughout the modern period, des Abbesses succeed to Chelles. In 1543, for example, it is Renée of Bourbon, descendant of Saint Louis and sister of the King of Navarre, which becomes the forty-eighth abbess of Chelles. At the beginning of the eighteenth century, the Abbess is none other that the daughter of the regent, Louise-adelaïde of Orleans. Chelles then becomes a real royal residence. In this period, the abbesses of the commune cumulating the rights of justice, and many of the attributes that flow from it: they perceive including taxs on the economic activities of Chellois : vine, butcher, masonry, etc. In 1755, the main entrances of the Seigneury are marked by the terminals of stone which only one remains today on the edges of the Marne. In 1790, the abbey is deleted. It is sold as national property in 1796, then looted and destroyed during the revolutionary period. The Sea exult, overflows, spits and slap everything. I look at the sky... huge... washed out. The sky... long... Almost uni... I do not know how many time... long... The GULL is not fencing more both; it is more quiet at present. I would like to the bow of a sailing vessel, near canvases which undulate. And the sun of a sudden appears, and the wild islands also, in a whiff of the tropics. I ask the foot on a beach any beige. The gull looks at me m Press under the dense cover of the fins and lianas which the interspersed. Profusion of green under the warm light and suddenly: the ruins. Eaten by the nature, covered in roots, the ruins that we not expected, that nothing indicates. Stones verdies, heads of saints have fallen on the ground, nose in the earth. Columns of the oblivion to the walls of the desolation, a hummingbird m observed, flywheel on place in shaking his head. Beyond the ruins is student a hill where the vegetation is always lurking. It is done menue little by little and disappears completely at the summit, letting appear a cradle in granite brown. From this point, I embrace the whole island, this green ring out of the waters and the Dunes of waves which dance around. The gull attracts me to him and m student little by little in the air. I flies over the island in its wake. The wind pulls my long hair, inflates my clothes. Of Where we are, the boat is more than a point to the anchor, the island decreases and the sky takes this shade deep blue characteristic. The aerobatics is accelerating: antics and rotations to full speed. I am now ready to follow the gull in his world, ready to understand perhaps... It takes me away from there, where a dark light blows from the Plains to the east. A smell of opium and Revelation escapes from fumaroles. The Herring Gull gently flat, the mine sad. I walk for miles in hot ashes and tiny stones of lava which croustillent under my soles. I see the blackened arm of a doll which he remains only this. The Thin smoke stand on my passage as snakes charmed. The gulls, him, flies over a lake of molten steel beyond which is sitting an old plateau, which the wind has prevailed once all youth. It remains only the dull rock and a few cypress, sorry to have grown there. Seen in the distance a courageous minaret which stands, despite the sun and the lasts scree. With children play: they type on the boxes in white iron, megaphones of their heart, who tell us: "I beat, I exists. " As each day, it is there. The Parisian basin is formed during the secondary era (- 240 million years to - 65 million years) at the discretion of climate fluctuations, of marine transgressions and regressions corresponding, and movements related to the tectonic plates. For detail, the maritime movements have filed in the course of geological time different materials which have formed sedimentary layers. Under the weight of these layers the basin is little by little collapsed, forming a plate. This base has been worked by the different processes erosive and related movements to orogenèses (appearance of the Alps in particular). Chelles The Marne has been an important player in the Constitution of the geography of the Parisian basin. Has Chelles, at the discretion of the glaciations, it has dug a large gash in the limestone plateau of Brie and formed a valley in which are currently Chelles and its islands. On the map Located Below, we see the three geographical units that structure the Common: At the foot of a tree, always the same. Simply wearing a small blue dress faded, beginning to unravel. His face, based on two arms purposes encasing of legs any also fine, is hidden by an abundant golden hair. As each day, it remains prostrate herb, during several hours, until the sun begins its descent, nimbant the forest of a amber light, sometimes so intense that it could believe that it burns, if the peaceful singing of birds and the Gentle Moisture does not broke the illusion. I am happy to observe, from far away. I do not even know if it is a doubt in my presence, as long it is stationary. A true Statue, only shaken of minute spasms. Crying, perhaps. Surely. But despite the growing envy, day after day, to go the comfort, I rest far, hidden. I would like the Consolation, make him raise the head and do there appear a smile, but the fear of him to fear is stronger. I do not want to scare, or that it is misunderstood on my intentions; nothing that the idea of no longer see it breaks my heart; for once that someone shares the solitude of the forest with me... Day after day, I stop on the path of the return and I observed, ensuring on it from far away. I rest until it parte and that any threat is ruled out. But one day, while I look at far, I discovered a detail, or rather several, half hidden by his long hair: enormous blue cover its arm. Yet, the same position, the same silence... until it cracks: the tears, usually silent, resound in the forest, alerting the forms of lives in the surrounding area, that hasten to décamper. I do not want more and me precipitates at its sides. On the last meters we separating, I advance more gently, for not frighten, then I stop a few meters from it. As it still does not seem to me to have noticed, I continue to walk, doing deliberately crack a branch. Surprise, it notes the head in a hiccup; its large eyes, lost in a face ravaged of tears, Me Secure with a mixture of surprise, fascination and fear. Throughout the modern period, des Abbesses succeed to Chelles. In 1543, for example, it is Renée of Bourbon, descendant of Saint Louis and sister of the King of Navarre, which becomes the forty-eighth abbess of Chelles. At the beginning of the eighteenth century, the Abbess is none other that the daughter of the regent, Louise-adelaïde of Orleans. Chelles then becomes a real royal residence. In this period, the abbesses of the commune cumulating the rights of justice, and many of the attributes that flow from it: they perceive including taxs on the economic activities of Chellois : vine, butcher, masonry, etc. In 1755, the main entrances of the Seigneury are marked by the terminals of stone which only one remains today on the edges of the Marne. In 1790, the abbey is deleted. It is sold as national property in 1796, then looted and destroyed during the revolutionary period.
The Sea exult, overflows, spits and slap everything. I look at the sky... huge... washed out. The sky... long... Almost uni... I do not know how many time... long... The GULL is not fencing more both; it is more quiet at present. I would like to the bow of a sailing vessel, near canvases which undulate. And the sun of a sudden appears, and the wild islands also, in a whiff of the tropics. I ask the foot on a beach any beige. The gull looks at me m Press under the dense cover of the fins and lianas which the interspersed. Profusion of green under the warm light and suddenly: the ruins. Eaten by the nature, covered in roots, the ruins that we not expected, that nothing indicates. Stones verdies, heads of saints have fallen on the ground, nose in the earth. Columns of the oblivion to the walls of the desolation, a hummingbird m observed, flywheel on place in shaking his head. Beyond the ruins is student a hill where the vegetation is always lurking. It is done menue little by little and disappears completely at the summit, letting appear a cradle in granite brown. From this point, I embrace the whole island, this green ring out of the waters and the Dunes of waves which dance around. The gull attracts me to him and m student little by little in the air. I flies over the island in its wake. The wind pulls my long hair, inflates my clothes. Of Where we are, the boat is more than a point to the anchor, the island decreases and the sky takes this shade deep blue characteristic.
The aerobatics is accelerating: antics and rotations to full speed. I am now ready to follow the gull in his world, ready to understand perhaps... It takes me away from there, where a dark light blows from the Plains to the east. A smell of opium and Revelation escapes from fumaroles. The Herring Gull gently flat, the mine sad. I walk for miles in hot ashes and tiny stones of lava which croustillent under my soles. I see the blackened arm of a doll which he remains only this. The Thin smoke stand on my passage as snakes charmed. The gulls, him, flies over a lake of molten steel beyond which is sitting an old plateau, which the wind has prevailed once all youth. It remains only the dull rock and a few cypress, sorry to have grown there. Seen in the distance a courageous minaret which stands, despite the sun and the lasts scree. With children play: they type on the boxes in white iron, megaphones of their heart, who tell us: "I beat, I exists. " As each day, it is there. The Parisian basin is formed during the secondary era (- 240 million years to - 65 million years) at the discretion of climate fluctuations, of marine transgressions and regressions corresponding, and movements related to the tectonic plates.
For detail, the maritime movements have filed in the course of geological time different materials which have formed sedimentary layers. Under the weight of these layers the basin is little by little collapsed, forming a plate. This base has been worked by the different processes erosive and related movements to orogenèses (appearance of the Alps in particular). Chelles The Marne has been an important player in the Constitution of the geography of the Parisian basin. Has Chelles, at the discretion of the glaciations, it has dug a large gash in the limestone plateau of Brie and formed a valley in which are currently Chelles and its islands. On the map Located Below, we see the three geographical units that structure the Common: At the foot of a tree, always the same. Simply wearing a small blue dress faded, beginning to unravel. His face, based on two arms purposes encasing of legs any also fine, is hidden by an abundant golden hair. As each day, it remains prostrate herb, during several hours, until the sun begins its descent, nimbant the forest of a amber light, sometimes so intense that it could believe that it burns, if the peaceful singing of birds and the Gentle Moisture does not broke the illusion. I am happy to observe, from far away. I do not even know if it is a doubt in my presence, as long it is stationary. A true Statue, only shaken of minute spasms. Crying, perhaps. Surely. But despite the growing envy, day after day, to go the comfort, I rest far, hidden. I would like the Consolation, make him raise the head and do there appear a smile, but the fear of him to fear is stronger. I do not want to scare, or that it is misunderstood on my intentions; nothing that the idea of no longer see it breaks my heart; for once that someone shares the solitude of the forest with me... Day after day, I stop on the path of the return and I observed, ensuring on it from far away. I rest until it parte and that any threat is ruled out. But one day, while I look at far, I discovered a detail, or rather several, half hidden by his long hair: enormous blue cover its arm. Yet, the same position, the same silence... until it cracks: the tears, usually silent, resound in the forest, alerting the forms of lives in the surrounding area, that hasten to décamper. I do not want more and me precipitates at its sides. On the last meters we separating, I advance more gently, for not frighten, then I stop a few meters from it. As it still does not seem to me to have noticed, I continue to walk, doing deliberately crack a branch.
Surprise, it notes the head in a hiccup; its large eyes, lost in a face ravaged of tears, Me Secure with a mixture of surprise, fascination and fear. Throughout the modern period, des Abbesses succeed to Chelles. In 1543, for example, it is Renée of Bourbon, descendant of Saint Louis and sister of the King of Navarre, which becomes the forty-eighth abbess of Chelles. At the beginning of the eighteenth century, the Abbess is none other that the daughter of the regent, Louise-adelaïde of Orleans. Chelles then becomes a real royal residence. In this period, the abbesses of the commune cumulating the rights of justice, and many of the attributes that flow from it: they perceive including taxs on the economic activities of Chellois : vine, butcher, masonry, etc.
In 1755, the main entrances of the Seigneury are marked by the terminals of stone which only one remains today on the edges of the Marne. In 1790, the abbey is deleted. It is sold as national property in 1796, then looted and destroyed during the revolutionary period. The Sea exult, overflows, spits and slap everything. I look at the sky... huge... washed out. The sky... long... Almost uni... I do not know how many time... long... The GULL is not fencing more both; it is more quiet at present. I would like to the bow of a sailing vessel, near canvases which undulate. And the sun of a sudden appears, and the wild islands also, in a whiff of the tropics. I ask the foot on a beach any beige. The gull looks at me m Press under the dense cover of the fins and lianas which the interspersed. Profusion of green under the warm light and suddenly: the ruins. Eaten by the nature, covered in roots, the ruins that we not expected, that nothing indicates. Stones verdies, heads of saints have fallen on the ground, nose in the earth. Columns of the oblivion to the walls of the desolation, a hummingbird m observed, flywheel on place in shaking his head. Beyond the ruins is student a hill where the vegetation is always lurking. It is done menue little by little and disappears completely at the summit, letting appear a cradle in granite brown. From this point, I embrace the whole island, this green ring out of the waters and the Dunes of waves which dance around. The gull attracts me to him and m student little by little in the air. I flies over the island in its wake. The wind pulls my long hair, inflates my clothes. Of Where we are, the boat is more than a point to the anchor, the island decreases and the sky takes this shade deep blue characteristic. The aerobatics is accelerating: antics and rotations to full speed. I am now ready to follow the gull in his world, ready to understand perhaps... It takes me away from there, where a dark light blows from the Plains to the east. A smell of opium and Revelation escapes from fumaroles. The Herring Gull gently flat, the mine sad. I walk for miles in hot ashes and tiny stones of lava which croustillent under my soles. I see the blackened arm of a doll which he remains only this. The Thin smoke stand on my passage as snakes charmed. The gulls, him, flies over a lake of molten steel beyond which is sitting an old plateau, which the wind has prevailed once all youth. It remains only the dull rock and a few cypress, sorry to have grown there. Seen in the distance a courageous minaret which stands, despite the sun and the lasts scree. With children play: they type on the boxes in white iron, megaphones of their heart, who tell us: "I beat, I exists. " As each day, it is there. The Parisian basin is formed during the secondary era (- 240 million years to - 65 million years) at the discretion of climate fluctuations, of marine transgressions and regressions corresponding, and movements related to the tectonic plates. For detail, the maritime movements have filed in the course of geological time different materials which have formed sedimentary layers. Under the weight of these layers the basin is little by little collapsed, forming a plate. This base has been worked by the different processes erosive and related movements to orogenèses (appearance of the Alps in particular). Chelles The Marne has been an important player in the Constitution of the geography of the Parisian basin. Has Chelles, at the discretion of the glaciations, it has dug a large gash in the limestone plateau of Brie and formed a valley in which are currently Chelles and its islands.
On the map Located Below, we see the three geographical units that structure the Common: At the foot of a tree, always the same. Simply wearing a small blue dress faded, beginning to unravel. His face, based on two arms purposes encasing of legs any also fine, is hidden by an abundant golden hair. As each day, it remains prostrate herb, during several hours, until the sun begins its descent, nimbant the forest of a amber light, sometimes so intense that it could believe that it burns, if the peaceful singing of birds and the Gentle Moisture does not broke the illusion. I am happy to observe, from far away. I do not even know if it is a doubt in my presence, as long it is stationary. A true Statue, only shaken of minute spasms. Crying, perhaps. Surely. But despite the growing envy, day after day, to go the comfort, I rest far, hidden. I would like the Consolation, make him raise the head and do there appear a smile, but the fear of him to fear is stronger. I do not want to scare, or that it is misunderstood on my intentions; nothing that the idea of no longer see it breaks my heart; for once that someone shares the solitude of the forest with me... Day after day, I stop on the path of the return and I observed, ensuring on it from far away. I rest until it parte and that any threat is ruled out. But one day, while I look at far, I discovered a detail, or rather several, half hidden by his long hair: enormous blue cover its arm.
Yet, the same position, the same silence... until it cracks: the tears, usually silent, resound in the forest, alerting the forms of lives in the surrounding area, that hasten to décamper. I do not want more and me precipitates at its sides. On the last meters we separating, I advance more gently, for not frighten, then I stop a few meters from it. As it still does not seem to me to have noticed, I continue to walk, doing deliberately crack a branch. Surprise, it notes the head in a hiccup; its large eyes, lost in a face ravaged of tears, Me Secure with a mixture of surprise, fascination and fear.
Published on Wednesday, December 27 2017 by kamel ouati