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Three Colours II
If there are winds in my head Then there is wind in my head You know these rustling stones In the years that I hold so dear My dear, to all the things that You said to me. You said the shape of my hands Roll up inside your hands Without opening up your eyes Oh, I say “thanks and thank you for The things that you said to me”
July 2009
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“Upset by the two nostalgias facing each other like two mirrors, he lost his...”
– the wise catalonian
