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Jean-Joseph Rabearivelo
Make no sound,...
Make no sound, do not speak: eyes, heart, mind dreams are about to explore a forest . . . . A secret but tangible...
Young man, how...
Young man, how many loves have you? I have hardly any, cousin, for they are only seven: the first, who cuts my...
The daughter had...
The daughter had come to meet me
When her parents tried to prevent it.
I spoke soft words to her.
She did not...
One day some...
One day some young poet
will make your impossible wish come true
by knowing your books,
books as rare as...
I gave the...
I gave the ripe fruit to the Cherished One and the one-so-beautiful-as-to-bring happiness to the Beloved. But I...
Make no sound,...
Make no sound, do not speak: eyes, heart, mind dreams are about to explore a forest . . . . A secret but tangible...
Young man, how...
Young man, how many loves have you? I have hardly any, cousin, for they are only seven: the first, who cuts my...
The daughter had...
The daughter had come to meet me
When her parents tried to prevent it.
I spoke soft words to her.
She did not...
One day some...
One day some young poet
will make your impossible wish come true
by knowing your books,
books as rare as...
I gave the...
I gave the ripe fruit to the Cherished One and the one-so-beautiful-as-to-bring happiness to the Beloved. But I...