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This title is printed to order. This book may have been self-published. If so, we cannot guarantee the quality of the content. In the main most books will have gone through the editing process however some may not. We therefore suggest that you be aware of this before ordering this book. If in doubt check either the author or publisher’s details as we are unable to accept any returns unless they are faulty. Please contact us if you have any questions.
La musique, fetes nombreuses... Etait partout, le soir... Je claquais la portiere, rives inconnues... Nous etions jeunes, les jours et les nuits filaient
On entendait alors les sons... D'une boite... Zootropes... Cylindres aux anneaux de couleur
Au Cafe Pacifico, veste Kenzo... La forge du monde nous allait si bien... La nuit, en rentrant, on ecoutait de la new wave Je pensais a tout ca...
Et des hasards retranches de hourds Etaient de la vapeur parfaite... Des annees hors du temps... A se dire au revoir...
Frederic Delalot a publie une dizaine de romans et nouvelles. Il est egalement l'auteur de poemes.
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This title is printed to order. This book may have been self-published. If so, we cannot guarantee the quality of the content. In the main most books will have gone through the editing process however some may not. We therefore suggest that you be aware of this before ordering this book. If in doubt check either the author or publisher’s details as we are unable to accept any returns unless they are faulty. Please contact us if you have any questions.
La musique, fetes nombreuses... Etait partout, le soir... Je claquais la portiere, rives inconnues... Nous etions jeunes, les jours et les nuits filaient
On entendait alors les sons... D'une boite... Zootropes... Cylindres aux anneaux de couleur
Au Cafe Pacifico, veste Kenzo... La forge du monde nous allait si bien... La nuit, en rentrant, on ecoutait de la new wave Je pensais a tout ca...
Et des hasards retranches de hourds Etaient de la vapeur parfaite... Des annees hors du temps... A se dire au revoir...
Frederic Delalot a publie une dizaine de romans et nouvelles. Il est egalement l'auteur de poemes.