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« You fill up with this silence where we are still together, in anticipation of a longer time to come, where we will no longer be. »
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Hervé Le Tellier
Enough about love |
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Hervé Le Tellier
Enough about love
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« What's the grief? This is what a little boy asked Anna . The mother never dared to tell the child that her father had died on a construction site two years ago. She had only been able to say: your daddy is no longer here. He's gone. This absence, the child saw it as an unspeakable shame, he pretended to wait, in vain the return of his father , but he probably understood everything. P 201 »
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Hervé Le Tellier
Enough about love |
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Hervé Le Tellier
Enough about love
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« He placed his palm delicately on the bark of the great ficus, as against the wrinkled palm of an old friend, but the bark was content to be cold, rough and moist, and repeat in his tree way: "You are old". »
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Hervé Le Tellier
Enough about love |
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Hervé Le Tellier
Enough about love
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