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- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - 2007-11-28 | [Ce texte devrait être lu en english] | When time was young and pure and the stars not yet born, the master, lonely and sad, looked down into the universe and wished he had a friend – but there was only him in this vast nothing – which is the black robe he wears that covers day and night; so he wept and cried, sat watching his tears fall by - like diamonds hardened, they formed rocks warm and alive, where oceans swell and flowers blossom; still this beauty he could not share, and he felt complete despair, until his poor old heart had broken, into million facets, sparkling bright, it fell deep down onto the Earth, where all his tears had gathered; now it walks there inside me and you in all flora and fauna, too, enjoys the diversity, lives and builds himself freely his own home - the master is no longer alone Sybille(Sydney)Krivenko 2007
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