My death, taking the light from my eyes, gives back to the day the purity which they soiled.
Jean RacineYou who love wild passions, flee the holy austerity of my pleasures. All here breathes of God, peace and truth.
Jean RacineMy death, taking the light from my eyes, gives back to the day the purity which they soiled.
Jean RacineYou who love wild passions, flee the holy austerity of my pleasures. All here breathes of God, peace and truth.
Jean Racine