I can smell the heat, hear the cicadas, feel the cool shade under the tree, the sun and the sand on that road - absolutely brilliant, Julian. What a pleasure your work brings to so many.
Marcia
- Manon Manon, Manon of the Spring?
Where do you hide?
I want to offer you
This bunch of multicolored wild flowers!"
I noticed that, Pan, God of the whole Nature,
Was listening to me...
Just beneath the dark foliage.
Very carefully.
- O Manon of the Spring
Where do you hide?"
Only the cool and light breeze answered to me.
It will be hard to me,now,
To forget this "Road in Provence".
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