A blue wind blows on our blog, he first blew a kiss as the flax fields of Maëlle and caused waves on the sea in Corsica Loukoum is converted from Hurricane Fabulo has turned the pages of the magazine dressed in a reader ... blue in Michelaise , then fireworks explode in all its nuances in Chic, and here he continued his journey to idealize this in my space before arriving at Bleudetoi (it goes without saying) , Fifi, Lady Jo then Flor no obligation and all those who attend will enjoy ... ( The wind blew so hard and so many place that the rules are lost between time, so just put 7 files filled with bleur ... designate the next and warned of ...) ***
No images speak of blue
Like the one I see with my eyes my eyes While
are green
But blue can not get rid
* In the eyes of my daughter
In the blue-gray sneaks
is the one I'm most proud And
that by far my favorite
* Then there is that heavens
Even the weather is capricious
in the skies of Portugal
What my eyes the most feasts
* Blue ... Color of my life
hues that feed my cravings
Maya, Navy, Overseas, sapphire
Cobalt, Indigo, Majorelle, invade me
Like the one I see with my eyes my eyes While
are green
But blue can not get rid
* In the eyes of my daughter
In the blue-gray sneaks
is the one I'm most proud And
that by far my favorite
* Then there is that heavens
Even the weather is capricious
in the skies of Portugal
What my eyes the most feasts
* Blue ... Color of my life
hues that feed my cravings
Maya, Navy, Overseas, sapphire
Cobalt, Indigo, Majorelle, invade me
*
I blue in the heart, but also
the heart
This one leaves a pain
Who does not scare me anymore
the heart
This one leaves a pain
Who does not scare me anymore
*
I prefer my hold on to this blue
Whoever makes happy
Whoever filled my soul And
Fueling my fire
I prefer my hold on to this blue
Whoever makes happy
Whoever filled my soul And
Fueling my fire
*
This blue today I want to offer you ...
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