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Sleep I do not crave
The night you nestle against my neck,
Death in my mind prevails
Which too swiftly ushers us
To a slumber too deep.

It took years of research but scientists may be on the verge of deciphering a non-human language
Well, on the verge, it's easier said than done but it is a breakthrough nonetheless.According to the following article " Reaserchers used artificial intelligence to spot patterns in recordings of the marine mamals
Although it seems premature to imagine a...

The skin of my soul is far too sensitive. One should teach one's soul to walk barefoot
Traduction Véronique Wilkin

My name was Mattia Pascal: it was one of the few, perhaps the only, thing I knew for sure. And I made the most of it.
Every time a friend or acquaintance of mine seemed to have lost enough common sense to ask me for advice or suggestion, I shrugged my shoulders, half-closed my eyes and said :

I wish you were here
Knocking at my door
And saying it's me
Guess what I brought you
And you would bring me you

Doing nothing
Takes me so much time
That I haven't any
Left for work