Gallery of finds where the talents of Men and Nature compete.
Coal or diamond?
Between the lines they stand up, imperturbable, dominating, like so many milky ways, to show the world the path of its future.
I let myself be lulled by the delight of pleasure in the warm twilight that touches me. Great luxury!
A pure, penetrating, unfailing love, subtly veiled in a certain modesty, open to the stars and to sincere hearts.
In the land of angels, secret refuge of dreams.
In the roots of the sun, weaving between water and light.
In your transparency undulate the features of a noble character. Cultivate it, it is your light!
I am true and false, object and reflection, light and shadow, reason and emotion, calculation and chance. Choose your truth, your winner!
Fertile beauty, who rubs against it, pricks himself with it.
You evaporate me and I succumb with pleasure.
Delicious silence, hung in garlands along my lips, to celebrate my joys, betray my sadness, with finesse.
Flex! Tip! Little rat or big mouse, take the power and lead the dance!
Between the lines, the singular imprint of desire laid bare.
Where has your fertile and beautiful youth gone? Who stole it from you?
Deadly kiss or full of love.
Land, water, light and us...the heirs. And that's it!
When glory is the only reference, all talents are measured side by side, and all mankind contributes to it.
A dancing line on my white page, what a beautiful program! Draw my destiny!
You're hanging on by a thread, fighting the last breath. Heroic! Overwhelming!
Rendez-vous as the crow flies.
Bed and breakfast for hedgehogs and porcupines, nature welcomes you seven days a week.
If on the hips of the key were hung the G and its brothers and sisters, the echo of the choir would cross the centuries. Give ear!
Set on the horizon, the rare pearl of mystery shines like the beacon of knowledge.
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