The Darkness Of A Day Elapsed, Of

Green Was The Silence, Wet Was The Light, The Month Of June Trembled Like A Butterfly.

Conspirators In Pajamas Who Exchange Deep Kisses For Passwords.

Let Us Forget With Generosity Those Who Cannot Love Us

He Who Has Nothing—it Has Been Said Many Times—has Nothing To Lose But His Chains.

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