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Jacques Coulardeau at Amazon (2)

 

Right at the Bottom of the Urn [Kindle Edition]

Jacques COULARDEAU , 
Annunzio COULARDEAU 

The score is full of notes, filled with notes, notes and bars that have no shape at first, except going up and down, at times clustered in bunches here and there. The composer looks at his score, perfectly and neatly printed in world-class toner on the paper. And he has the sudden envy – and he has that sudden envy every single time he comes to the end of a composition – to be able to take it and shake it and rearrange it all haphazardly, maybe one day even empty it into the kitchen drain or flush all those notes down the toilet in the bathroom. Good riddance.

To Ivan Eve,
at a time when the sky was all smiles

From his Lord Wotton
at a time when he fell for Dorian Gray
the toy of the Lord Shiva of all Perdition
preparing for the shiva’h of his youth
lost in the seven veils of his maturity


Product Details :
File Size: 675 KB –
Simultaneous Device Usage: Unlimited –
Publisher: Editions La Dondaine; 1st edition (May 15, 2010) –
Sold by: Amazon Digital Services, Inc. –
Language: English –
ASIN: B0099LG6UY –
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Amazon Digital Services, Inc., September 12, 2012
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Jacques Coulardeau at Amazon (2)

Right at the Bottom of the Urn [Kindle Edition]

Jacques COULARDEAU , 
Annunzio COULARDEAU 
Amazon Kindle $5.27  € 4,11 


PARIS MY DISAMOUR
FARE THEE WELL SOUVENIR

Paris t’es fini
Et dir’ que t’étais
Mon dernier amour
Paris forever
Buried gone
Forever smashed

Mathieu came first
The son of a Commie
Vain in his suburb
Sure in his future
Provocative proud
Love for him was
Whisky Vodka Cognac
Wine Beer laced with Hashish
And girls on top
When he was drunk

Paris t’es fini
Et dir’ que t’étais
Mon dernier amour
Paris forever
Buried gone
Forever smashed

Then came Tiphaine
Delicate dainty
Mummy a doctor
Daddy an engineer
She liked kissing
Long long endlessly long
She loved nudity
She enjoyed perversity
I was her desert bowl
For ice cream and yogurt

Paris t’es fini
Et dir’ que t’étais
Mon dernier amour
Paris forever
Buried gone
Forever smashed

I moved to Sofiane
An Arab a Moslem
No alcohol no sex
Just love in the eyes
Love in the words of the mouth
Love in the fear
The desire the awe
Of loving and being loved
Don’t touch don’t hug
Uncorporeal love

Paris t’es fini
Et dir’ que t’étais
Mon dernier amour
Paris forever
Buried gone
Forever smashed

I wanted something
Carnal and bloody
Muriel was the trip
She loves with her teeth
With her nails she streaks
My back with scratches
Deep, red, oozing
Blood exquisite pain
Orgasm tons of cum
Gooey pussy juice
All over my prick

Paris t’es fini
Et dir’ que t’étais
Mon dernier amour
Paris forever
Buried gone
Forever smashed

It took me at least
Two weeks to survive
I looked for Ivan
The terrible shy skater
His eyes disrobe you
His voice skins your mind
But no sex please
We are Slavonic
The lull of a lullaby
The charm of hypnosis

Paris t’es fini
Et dir’ que t’étais
Mon dernier amour
Paris forever
Buried gone
Forever smashed

I needed exoticism
So I went to Faïda
Black, plump, thrilling
Direct to the point
And the point is my prick
Direct to the point
And the point is to cum
There is no secrecy
It is right away out public
I enjoy being a toy

Paris t’es fini
Et dir’ que t’étais
Mon dernier amour
Paris forever
Buried gone
Forever smashed

But Sometimes I like
Privacy and shadow
I had an affair with
The ghostlike Evelyne
For the world she is a virgin
For everyone she is a prude
For everybody she is modest
But for me she is flesh
She likes flesh and sweat
She can cum hours on end

Paris t’es fini
Et dir’ que t’étais
Mon dernier amour
Paris forever
Buried gone
Forever smashed

Then I was exhausted
I could not bone any more
For days I needed a rest
I needed a friend
One that does not jump
And rapes others instantly
One I could love
With my heart my soul
One that could love with his heart
And that one was Arthur

Paris t’es fini
Et dir’ que t’étais
Mon dernier amour
Paris forever
Buried gone
Forever smashed


Jacques COULARDEAU

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