Read me

He was a mature man, very mature, corpulent and soft. He was neither ugly nor handsome, but he had a voice that stirred all the outbursts and inbursts of a woman. He had the voice of a lively and gentle man, of a somnolent man, with flushed skin. I liked his voice as a quilt, as a sheet. I floated after his voice ; I bent towards it to pick it like a succulent fruit.

Intoarcerea huliganului
Venea din timpul diez
Harald si luna verde
Ingerul incalecat
Raiul gainilor
Istoria romantata a unui safari
Pascal deseneaza corabii
parteneri parteneri parteneri parteneri

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