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Site d'origine du message: uneparjour Page d'origine du message: Destinataire: rédaction uneparjour et auteur de l'image Concerne la photographie: upj_romeosaganash659 
Elle regardait, elle, regardait……In that space she did not recognize and, never seen before; her story, of arrival, heightened into a song, and, that song, into an opera. She asked: - Where am I? Who are you? Why, are you touching me with your soft flesh? Can you hear me? Do you see me? |
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