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ma voix s'étrangle. les eus toujours, les crayons de couleurs, maladroite en matière de dessin. carrefour. quelle sortie prendre? la mer. le silence m'apprivoise. les cris des oiseaux de mer. mes crayons de couleurs, maladroits. ~~~ (Translation...) strangled voice, mine. always had them, the colouring pencils, unskilful in drawing. crossroads. wich way to follow? the sea. silence takes hold of me. the seagulls cry. my colouring pencils, unskilful.
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Aug 7, 2016
Aug 7, 2016 at 4:02 AM UTC
Hesperus
ma voix s'étrangle. les eus toujours, les crayons de couleurs, maladroite en matière de dessin. carrefour. quelle sortie prendre? la mer. le silence m'apprivoise. les cris des oiseaux de mer. mes crayons de couleurs, maladroits. ~~~ (Translation...) strangled voice, mine. always had them, the colouring pencils, unskilful in drawing. crossroads. wich way to follow? the sea. silence takes hold of me. the seagulls cry. my colouring pencils, unskilful.
05.08.2016 [In Greek mythology, Hesperus is the Evening Star, the planet Venus in the evening. (In en.m.wikipedia.org)]
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Aug 7, 2016
Aug 7, 2016 at 4:02 AM UTC
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