Exposition muette

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Le fauve renifle les semelles de Klimt et Schiele, songeant au moyens de renverser les mêmes parfums. I remember these exhibition in Paris, smelling the perfume of this girl.

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[morgiane]

there are little things, remembering immediately at some special moments in life. everytime I smell the aftershave of the one I love and adore I must think about him...these fine black hairs on his chest, his arms and legs...and then I always think of him like the loup garou...wild, dangerous but in the same moment tender and gentle...
and everytime I visit your wonderful blog, I take a picture with me, close my eyes and still can see it...though I can dream of it at night...I don`t know, if Idream your beatifil pictures or if you can read my mind and dreams...
I´ll send very warm and tender wishes to you!

kisses...morgiane