I would take refuge there on snowy and windy Sundays,
I would spend afternoons at the window with the wind
contemplating the ephemeral traces
the lessons to be drawn watching time
je m’y réfugierais le dimanche
de dimanche et de vent
je passerais des heures entières
à la fenêtre avec le vent
en contemplant
les traces éphémères
des leçons du temps
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se impuso el español como manera de no morir del francés
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Quelques mots qui se mêlent et s’emmêlent..
