Les jours commencent, finissent. Ils s’ouvrent comme le brouillard dans la matinée. Dans l’inconnu, se trouve la reconnaissance. Et après, le soleil se lève. Évidemment.
Monday, 5 July 2010
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Thoughts are conversations of the soul with itself [Plato] - A Belgian expatriate living in Singapore
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The sun rise everyday without knowing anybody is not there anymore
How can we expect the sun to remember all those living creatures that ever existed for only a fraction of the time that the sun has been and will be in existence?
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