« A painter is someone who wipes the glass between us and the world with light, with a light cloth soaked with silence. »
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Christian Bobin
L’inespérée |
Christian Bobin
L’inespérée
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« Love is not measurable in what he does. Love comes without reason, without measure, and it goes the same. »
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Christian Bobin
L’inespérée |
Christian Bobin
L’inespérée
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« The disease is a response, a poor response that we invent to suffering. »
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Christian Bobin
La plus que vive |
Christian Bobin
La plus que vive
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