xiii un pré sur l’au-delà Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Google+ (Opens in new window) Related Post navigation xii how february evaporates through the pores of summerxiv a summer’s night in england somewhere 3 Comments guille July 28, 2010 at 9:36 am Reply dam…… pure beauty ,… really!! can almost feel the air.. hugs from patagonia Valou August 5, 2010 at 1:40 pm Reply 26 secondes de bonheur pure. Merci michael August 9, 2010 at 11:13 pm Reply This conjours up from a fading memeory of mornings walking in the meadows, listening to Italian madrigals on my walkman,in wonder at the rainbows in the dew.My dog at my heel a haiku coalescing in my mind.Yep merci. Leave a Reply Cancel Notify me of follow-up comments by email. Notify me of new posts by email.