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■ I know what you're thinking, father
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- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - 2009-03-04 | | He was comfortably lying in his armchair With his two long legs like two branches Delightfully spread With his finger, nervously fretting In theirs thirst from a space, like some leaves. His kind smile wrapped my being... His face was getting blurred At my timid approach. I was waiting for him to tell me something While my eyes, like some buckets from a well Be filled up with tears. I was caught by a thrill of happiness And I pressed the button of the night-lamp. Suddenly, the room filled with light. Beyond the window The lightning were crossing the sky ceaselessly, The thunders were shaking the walls. And exhaustingly I sank in my armchair Felt the remaining heat. Yet, it had been just a vision.
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