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Ten Symphonies.

very top of the building T, I moved.

A half hour before class. Half an hour that lasted forever.

Je les ai vu passer, la plupart.
Que ce soit ceux du lycée ou ceux de ma promotion, ils avaient tous un groupe, un trio, un binôme.
Quelqu'un. 

On appelle ça un ami si je me souviens bien.

Je suis admirative devant leur faciliter à nouer, dénouer des liens aussi rapidement, aussi sûrement.

Ces gens-là ne marcheront jamais seuls.

Comme un air de déjà-vu depuis mon observatoire... 

Sauf qu'avant c'était une sorte de cube hein, tu te rappelles ? 

Le plus haut, le plus loin... Cela fait des années maintenant, pourtant I remember like it was yesterday.

spend every second I felt, accompanied by the voice of my mp3.

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End of history lesson.

The teacher has a meeting and lets us go at 15:00 instead of 16:30, it's always fun.

"For the next meeting we will discuss ... the Pirates."

Wonder or amazement. Smile.

I turn naturally ...

Person.

They ranged all their belongings and went with haste to the auditorium, one after the other.

The smile fades slowly. Then he returned, less marked, softer, sad indeed. I leave the Amphi.

Must be stupid. Should it be stupid to let these people go through his eyes that way, zigzagging as if looking for someone ... Why? Why ...

Maybe because before, there had been someone to me my smile back, tell me " Ah, glad you're here eh? " or understand my smile, simply.

They killed two trees, beautiful when they flower.

At Noon, unable to return to my sanctuary green, trainees or students from abroad occupy the small terraced house.

But it rained. The sky is gray. And thanks to him, the clouds weep for me, avoid me to overflow the vase, which tends to fill up too quickly now.

Most courses are interesting. Finally, how livable. Yet.

And then there are these virtual shoulders. But no doubt they would disappear once materialized. Who knows.

The beauty of the mirage is often fatal.

Hello.

My name is Silver and I have a dirty mind today. It's not as if it was new, Mebon. Can I care

the physical ugliness, if only they made me the joy that I fly.

I'd like ... that rain does not stop.