Author 'Pavotbleu' (Id 185086 ) : I had grass up to your ears, a balcony overlooking the sea... I've done the trunk, I took the powder cleared off. You're going to tell me : my door is centered, I would have had to shift to the right. Bah ! I would have missed the exit, me the kid is rebellious, and the little goat of Monsieur Seguin.
I brouterai thorns, brambles, gorse, to me the heather and the honeysuckle ! I chose the danger, I took the door to freedom !