#Ulysse 469

dimanche 19 mai 2013, par Guillaume Vissac

Their sharp voices cried about him on all sides : their many forms closed round him, the garish sunshine bleaching the honey of his illdyed head.

Leurs voix frêles tourbillonnent autour de lui :
leurs ombres en étoile le cernent.
Le soleil cru blanchit son Excell 5’ Men Expert [1] mal posé.

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