These are not stars in my eyes
But the beautiful colors of the sunrise
My body isn't freezing
But warm of discovering
My heart isn't anymore in other's hand
But in the frozen landscapes of Lappland.14 Décembre 2022
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Poetry"Demain, dès l'aube, à l'heure où blanchit la campagne Je partirai. Vois-tu, je sais que tu m'attends. J'irai pas la forêt, j'irai par la montagne, Je ne puis demeurer loin de toi plus longtemps. [...]" Victor Hugo, "Les Contemplations".
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These are not stars in my eyes
But the beautiful colors of the sunrise
My body isn't freezing
But warm of discovering
My heart isn't anymore in other's hand
But in the frozen landscapes of Lappland.14 Décembre 2022