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 | Again and again, however we know the landscape of love, and the little churchyard there, with its sorrowing names,and the frighteningly silent abyss into which the others,fall: again and again the two of us walk out together. under the ancient trees, lie down again and again, among the flowers, face to face with the sky. | Mar 26, 2007 |
  | Blog | Jun 18, 2011 |
The clown describes the world as wet and dark, plagued by yellow lights with people on balconies pacing and smoking, their shadows worried about a murky night. The clown hates endings because even when it ends... more | | | |
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