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let me dream
Back to the wall, my name is Remi, I face the black immensity. I see nothing. on the ground, I sit cross-legged. There, I observe my thoughts dancing in my head. If I could, I sing the melody that keeps … Lire la suite
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Tagué anglais, auteur, écrire, écriture, écrivain, Kentin Spark, Points d'ancrage, read write, writer
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Small and large at a time.
« Why did you take my hand, Dad! – Little Leo my son, the danger from above is everywhere. – But Dad, I’m not small, everyone tells me I’m great!
The perverse eye
I am only the eye that looks into the camera. I see blurry. She dances on the piano keys. She is not a woman, but the musical puppet choreographer. She goes into a trance that only the body lives. No … Lire la suite
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Tagué anglais, auteur, écriture, écrivain, Kentin Spark, Points d'ancrage
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Blind black
I am blind. I do not see anything coming. I am in the dark. What do I happen? I’m here, I look at my environment.
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Tagué auteur, écrire, écriture, écrivain, Inspiration, Kentin Spark
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simplicity
A quiet afternoon, I go see my friend in a phase smelling discovered. I ring. Before me, a person whose French was in school. This is quite normal, I am traveling in another area of the earth. Language, meanwhile, is … Lire la suite
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Tagué anglais, auteur, écrire, écriture, écrivain, Kentin Spark, Points d'ancrage
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Moment of happiness
Moment of happiness Sitting on the terrace of the bar at the corner of the street, I sip my beer while watching the guitar player. He is blond. Duvet throne as a crown on his head. It really does not … Lire la suite
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Tagué anglais, auteur, écrire, écrivain, Kentin Spark, Points d'ancrage
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… when you hold us .
« I see you still have smoke at the end of the spout. – Yes, I am here to lead to lung cancer. But tell me, you, you are always in a glass bottom! – Yes, true, but I’m for liver … Lire la suite
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Tagué auteur, écrire, écriture, écrivain, jeu d'écriture, Kentin Spark, Léiloona, Points d'ancrage, Une photo quelques mots
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My anger and Raving
My anger and Raving I am a spectator of events which you believe the hero. You think you are strong, under your hoods where only pierce your hatred of looks. You are blinded by your feelings extremists. You are dressed … Lire la suite
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Tagué auteur, écrire, écriture, écrivain, Kentin Spark, Ma colère et les crétins, nouvelle, Points d'ancrage
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A sentence ends with a period, like life in the end
I am alone with this mountain. I watch it, I contemplate , I savored . The snow that covers it lets show through the green trees. The coldness of this vision is a softness to the eye. It attracts me. … Lire la suite
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Tagué anglais, auteur, avalanche, écrire, chemin, chutes, Kentin Spark, montagnes, Points d'ancrage
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a young person and my drawing
I am there, vis–a–vis my blank sheet of 224 Mg,my size pencil in action. The cut mine,tightened in my fingers, my right hand posesand connects the features. In the course of time, a foreground then a second takes shape. Imouse … Lire la suite
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Tagué auteur, Charlie, Kentin Spark, nouvelle, Points d'ancrage
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