VT Photography Veronique Thomazo French photographer - Nice France - Amsterdam - black and white series -
VT Photography Veronique Thomazo French photographer - Nice France - Amsterdam - black and white series -
VT Photography Veronique Thomazo French photographer - Nice France - Amsterdam - black and white series -
VT Photography Veronique Thomazo French photographer - Nice France - Amsterdam - black and white series -
VT Photography Veronique Thomazo French photographer - Nice France - Amsterdam - black and white series -
VT Photography Veronique Thomazo French photographer - Nice France - Amsterdam - black and white series -
VT Photography Veronique Thomazo French photographer - Nice France - Amsterdam - black and white series -
VT Photography Veronique Thomazo French photographer - Nice France - Amsterdam - black and white series -
VT Photography Veronique Thomazo French photographer - Nice France - Amsterdam - black and white series -
VT Photography Veronique Thomazo French photographer - Nice France - Amsterdam - black and white series -
VT Photography Veronique Thomazo French photographer - Nice France - Amsterdam - black and white series -
VT Photography Veronique Thomazo French photographer - Nice France - Amsterdam - black and white series -
VT Photography Veronique Thomazo French photographer - Nice France - Amsterdam - black and white series -
VT Photography Veronique Thomazo French photographer - Nice France - Amsterdam - black and white series -
VT Photography Veronique Thomazo French photographer - Nice France - Amsterdam - black and white series -

L’IAMSTERDAM

Dans le port d’Amsterdam
Y a des marins qui chantent
Les rêves qui les hantent
Au large d’Amsterdam
Dans le port d’Amsterdam
Y a des marins qui dorment
Comme des oriflammes
Le long des berges mornes
Dans le port d’Amsterdam
Y a des marins qui meurent
Pleins de bière et de drames
Aux premières lueurs
Mais dans le port d’Amsterdam
Y a des marins qui naissent
Dans la chaleur épaisse
Des langueurs océanes
Dans le port d’Amsterdam
Y a des marins qui mangent
Sur des nappes trop blanches
Des poissons ruisselants
Jacques Brel