..plz... Correct me , I'd be obliged ! Thou said that we spilted, Similing artificially in thine cheek, Thine tears of sorrow show. We shall come across today, We shall say our farewells, Yet may love confound us, In silence,in gradual time. Thine hand transfixed my pride, My prim instinct as well. Muse bade me to endure, Yet doth she know me. I planed to bury love, The vaguer thine figure was, The truer my amour was. For aught I can say, I am the buried one.

Plzzzzz correct me , it's important ! Thank you ! Soucriant There is a story that can never be told, which is started by her, which one day will end up with her, which is about my saver,my burden,my nymph, which I write over and over, which I put all I know onto, which I throw the pages of to the wind(is "to the wind throw the pages of I " correct?), which may the birds can read, which even birds can only find the scraps of, which she split me since the day I was born, in which love confounded her,bade her,yet her soul drew back, in which I lived a clean life,singing the orphan song, in which she payed for alimony by doing filthy work, in which she gave me the secret that can never be told, in which like as the food spoil throughout the two hundreds years,so does she, in which the essence of mine has never changed since 1804, in which I rest the creatures that have a will of death, in which we are regarded as the nightmare,the killer,the monster, in which I was already tired of what she had done, in which they got her at one night,having prepared to kill her, in which the sky of her execution's night damasked,bloody and black, in which for aught I can say love confounded me as well at the execution's night, in which I saved her for the love she gave and the clean childhood, in which after that night I desire to look forward to my own liberty, in which I gave her my farewells eventually. Plzzzzz!

Is there anybody on italki who reads " Le voleur d'ombres " . I love this book!!!