« Love - and poetry air conscience, its more humble figure, his face in the morning - is waiting deep, softness of waiting. »
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Christian Bobin
Une petite robe de fête |
Christian Bobin
Une petite robe de fête
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« Perhaps not the world: this bad silence imposed on our lives. »
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Christian Bobin
Le huitième jour de la semaine |
Christian Bobin
Le huitième jour de la semaine
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« The misfortune, like wealth, is piled up over several generations. Then just one person to consume everything. »
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Christian Bobin
La Plus que vive |
Christian Bobin
La Plus que vive
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