Parole nel vento
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Last published Mon, Aug 28, 2017
Recueil de petits textes rédigés quand l'envie me prendra.
Italien est le titre car poétique est l'italien.
salut,moi c'est Céline.
Ce sont mes pensées,merci de ne pas me les volées.
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