Tendre sa main là où les années ont passé,les élans se font rares et un cœur n’ose rêver.En cette heure où le corps prend la place du bourreau,où les enfants sont déjà loin,et leurs rires un murmure qui ne t’appartient plus.Laisse-moi tendre ma main.Je te […]
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Krónos – Classic IV
And an astronomer said, “Master, what of Time?” And he answered: You would measure time the measureless and the immeasurable. You would adjust your conduct and even direct the course of your spirit according to hours and seasons. Of time you would make a stream […]
