.Comment décrire le jardin dévasté, dix heures du soir en été...
à quoi bon vous dire le chaleur lourde d'avant la foudre?
La vie qui part, la terre qui s'ouvre, le feu aux poudres...
Dans leurs regards, entre leurs mains, la fin de l'histoire...
à tout jamais, la beaut.
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