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« A fresh drop fell on my hand. I went back to sit next to Irene. The sidewalk in front of us suddenly covered with small patches of dark grey. They were born round like coins, lying down in tears on the slopes. Suddenly there was lightning, and immediately the thunder, the breeze made the city tinge, the heavy air was colored with freshness. A clear rustle came out of the ground, everything suddenly darkened and it began to fall from the waterspouts. Quickly, it invaded the street, dense and bright, and this translucent and belly jelly reflected the silver of the sky. It could have been one of those monsoon rains, violent and gentle at the same time, that wash the earth. But in Lisbon, no one displayed this slaughtered nonchalance that makes the tropics. We tried to escape the flood, we took refuge under the store blinds, we brought the laundry that hung from the balconies. p188 »
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Electrico W
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« It is hope that forbids us to act, it is hope that prolongs the misfortune of men, since, not, against all evidence, "everything will work out". »
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Hervé Le Tellier
The anomaly |
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Hervé Le Tellier
The anomaly
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« ... love is not being able to prevent the heart from trampling intelligence. »
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Hervé Le Tellier
The anomaly |
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Hervé Le Tellier
The anomaly
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