“This night, I remained a long time before deadening me. Thought much of Smara particularly. That appeared essential to me to succeed. I feel ready with all…” Smara, town of our illusions… “We walk towards you like kidnappers. /We also walk towards you like the penitent ones. /And we will say to the friend or that who will challenge us on the way: I do not know you. /We walk towards what until the edges/Remplira the paddle,/Which will return it if purified. /All the sources then will be beautiful. /And it will be allowed to us to drink. /And the noise of the open sources will germinate in silence. /The flesh, the sick hearts, will find the suave day. /We will leave armed/As those which do not fear the contempt nor the smile/Towards the places where fight the man, for the achievement with our task” Michel Vieuchange
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