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Her eyes looked to see if she could find a way across. The buldozer was shovelling earth in front of her, stopping her in her mechanical movement. Lire la suite :: Read further

jeudi 5 octobre 2006 à 13:53 in Plumes

When it's quiet enough inside my mind
When the devils have stopped playing the harp and drums
When the chickens have grown their teeth and become crocodiles
When angels light fires and fireworks play with the sun
When every man speaks Truth to every other man
Then, and only then,
Maybe, I can rest.

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mardi 29 novembre 2005 à 18:04 in L'air du temps

How can I make today different from the one before ? Lire la suite :: Read further

samedi 13 novembre 2004 à 15:17 in L'air du temps