La protophilosophie, ou l'art de parler pour ne rien dire.
It's good to be home. Good to come back and find that just a few little things have changed. You open the door and most things are at their own old place. A plastic bag, a pen, an alarm clock, a ball, nothing has changed. You come back, with your luggage...
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Tu ne lui laisses pas vraiment le choix il faut dire. Il faut dire, il faut le dire, il faut lui dire. S'il savait, s'il le savait! Ton égoïsme parle? Ou bien alors tu as peur. En tout cas tu le détruis. Un jour il volera de ses propres ailes tu te dis....
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Feeling the wind Watching your hair of gold floating away. We are smiling Dreaming of better days. Hand in hand, feet on the sand No glories, no worries. Just ourselves lost in this dark cold night Nothing to hear but the waves smashing our troubles away...
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