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Saturday, February 17, 2007
Des larmes
je me fais pleurer, pour me prouver que ma douleur n'est pas une illusion
les larmes sont des signes, non des expressions.
par mes larmes, je raconte une histoire,
je produis une mythe de la douleur
R. Barthes ,Fragments d'un discours amoureux
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