Anne Carlet Arnera
@annecarletarnera.bsky.social
🇪🇺 Proud woke.
Mom, politics addict, art lover, with a consistent dislike of morons.
Mom, politics addict, art lover, with a consistent dislike of morons.
Preiswert 😉
November 24, 2025 at 3:51 PM
Preiswert 😉
Being added to Prose and Khans Drama list means there is sth you stand for.
Satisfying.
Satisfying.
November 24, 2025 at 9:33 AM
Being added to Prose and Khans Drama list means there is sth you stand for.
Satisfying.
Satisfying.
Bon dans ce cas l'espérance de vie des Italiens doit dégringoler fissa 😂
November 24, 2025 at 9:15 AM
Bon dans ce cas l'espérance de vie des Italiens doit dégringoler fissa 😂
Very moving : faith anf joy indeed. Two legs to start walking and leave sorrow behind.
November 24, 2025 at 5:58 AM
Very moving : faith anf joy indeed. Two legs to start walking and leave sorrow behind.
fautquonparle.org
www.fautquonparle.org
November 23, 2025 at 6:27 PM
They respected papers that had a swastika as letterhead.
November 23, 2025 at 6:14 PM
They respected papers that had a swastika as letterhead.
For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.
Tu es au milieu des daffodils Odile.
A Dieu.
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.
Tu es au milieu des daffodils Odile.
A Dieu.
November 21, 2025 at 8:51 PM
For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.
Tu es au milieu des daffodils Odile.
A Dieu.
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.
Tu es au milieu des daffodils Odile.
A Dieu.
The waves beside them danced; but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company:
I gazed—and gazed—but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company:
I gazed—and gazed—but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:
November 21, 2025 at 8:51 PM
The waves beside them danced; but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company:
I gazed—and gazed—but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company:
I gazed—and gazed—but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:
Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
November 21, 2025 at 8:51 PM
Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.