Le recueil d'un vagabond
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Last published Sat, Jan 14, 2017
Si vous aussi, vous souhaitez partir à la découverte du monde. Si vous aussi , vous voulez parcourir les routes à la recherche de votre destin. Alors ce petit livre de poèmes, vous fera voyager. Qu'importe votre situation géographique, un jour, il faut prendre le large. Votre esprit est libre, il n'y aura pas de frontière. Une vie de vagabond, pour un homme libre. "Je suis le chef de mon esprit et le capitaine de mon âme" .
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