One stormy evening, a kind old poet was resting quietly at home when he heard a knock at his door. When he opened it, he found a handsome young boy, soaking... > Lire la suite
One stormy evening, a kind old poet was resting quietly at home when he heard a knock at his door. When he opened it, he found a handsome young boy, soaking wet, and the good poet decided to invite him inside. However, he would quickly come to regret it as the cherub was called Amor and his bow and arrows would have dried quickly.