Not time to benefit from self saying joys of childhood, only time to dream with the paradise of ignorance, only the desire for hoping that the day when I will have the capacity to be turned over I will not break down knees with ground. I discover little by little the pleasure of loneliness, the perfume of the thoughts, the taste of the dependence. I discover the obsolete charm of our wheels, a square of clouds, afflicted feelings, words déchues and sacrificed. Provided that my sleep proves to be an infinite nap. They should perhaps have learned how to know me, to prevent me the day when I liked, and especially to prevent me from hoping. I will be your pride, the good without time, the exhausted born one…
Not time to benefit from self saying joys of childhood, only time to dream with the paradise of ignorance, only the desire for hoping that the day when I will have the capacity to be turned over I will not break down knees with ground. I discover little by little the pleasure of loneliness, the perfume of the thoughts, the taste of the dependence. I discover the obsolete charm of our wheels, a square of clouds, afflicted feelings, words déchues and sacrificed. Provided that my sleep proves to be an infinite nap. They should perhaps have learned how to know me, to prevent me the day when I liked, and especially to prevent me from hoping. I will be your pride, the good without time, the exhausted born one…
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