In winter, we will go in a little pink wagon With blue cushions. We will be fine. Excerpt from Arthur Rimbaud's poem "Dreamed for Winter".
In winter, we will go in a little pink wagon With blue cushions. We will be fine. Excerpt from Arthur Rimbaud's poem "Dreamed for Winter".
That day, slow and weak, the breeze had gentle complaints as it passed under the half-stripped woods.