François Pagé

"You are not in the tropics, go away quickly" repeated the blue macaw, without limit.

In a distant dream, like a Malouin dreaming of America.

In the greenhouse the body of Estelle was tenderly impregnated by the orange trees, its cinnamon and clementine perfume had the fresh odor of a kiss. The mainate waddling croaked:You go away love?

On the swimming pool, Aurore's body tuned its beauty by vibrating the soul of the garden.

Marco's concern

On the top

At "chat perché", Noisette played on the gaiety of the water, the hand of Annette, caressed Nemo.

The Malouin had indeed seen the great egret pilfering the fish of the kafir, but it is undoubtedly as in love, we think sometimes to seize the object of desire and that is only an illusion.

The dreams of a Malouin : In Saint Malo in 1620, Yvan dreamed of the Orient.

She would have done anything to make him laugh, to hear him laugh was already to fly away with him to ageless nights

At night the Malouin dreamed of chinoiserie.

I had taken the lead, at the exit of the slope, it was like an apparition, I knew at that precise moment what the words "great lord" meant.

She watched him go, yet hope shone on the last flight of autumn leaves like the last seconds of the most beautiful freedom.

He would have done anything to make her laugh. To hear her laugh was to fly away with her to ageless nights.

She made a vow between the mountain and the air when her balls traced the golden circle, at the first fall, she would embrace it.

You have been lied to about the creation of Eve. Before creating Eve he blew on a wonderful spring of water, so Eve was born from the wonderful.

On His dugout canoe Andry slowly spun on the river carrying the treasure of the queen, the trees tightened, tightened as to better admire it.

You posed at night

When Irene got out of the water, she received the rain of a small cloud, the same cloud that was in the fresco of the chapel of San Lorenzo located in the valley, it was a real miracle for me.

On her island

He had come without you and without fear, but through him it was you. I was going to drink the water he touched to flood my heart with your heart, my angel.

My dear dad, in this afternoon of October on the Esves your stained glasses sang the colors of God, the thrush musician that you liked, answered.