Tuesday, July 28, 2009
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I was born in a draft between nowhere and nowhere I am a sheep floating in the middle of the Atlantic, emarvelled by everything. I do not go anywhere in particular. I sing and paint small simple tales, sad or happy that I see while passing by. I do not know. I have yet plenty of love and hope. There is no end...
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