The believer who believes in miracles persists in going on. In none of my work has the innocent voice lost its innocence. It may be covered with blood, but it has never become a cynical, pessimistic voice.
“J’ai conserve de faux tresors dans des armoires vides Un navire inutile joint mon enfance a man ennui Mes jeux a la fatigue”
Paul Eluard | “Comme deux gouttes d’eau”
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