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Le sable brillait d’un halo tendre, nos rires crissaient plus forts que nos pas, on aimait se raconter des histoires de mers et de voyages, l’avenir \u00e9tait au-del\u00e0 des oc\u00e9ans avec force aventures et joyeuses surprises, quand il est apparu, on a cru le reconna\u00eetre, ses bras s’agitaient comme un signe d’amiti\u00e9, une invitation, on a couru<\/p>\n

il dansait sur la dune, il glissait avec classe, il virevoltait au milieu de la poussi\u00e8re du sable
\n… nous avons failli croire \u00e0 l’arriv\u00e9e d’un nouvel ami, nous avons failli croire \u00e0 l’espoir retrouv\u00e9, nous avons failli croire en notre survie
\n… la civilisation \u00e0 port\u00e9e de regards
\nsans un cri … un souffle d’air a dissip\u00e9 ce mirage joyeux<\/p>\n

inspir\u00e9 des photos de Pierrot Men<\/a>, d’apr\u00e8s la photo Sarodrano 1999<\/a><\/em><\/p>\n

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Le sable brillait d’un halo tendre, nos rires crissaient plus forts que nos pas, on aimait se raconter des histoires de mers et de voyages, l’avenir \u00e9tait au-del\u00e0 des oc\u00e9ans avec force aventures et joyeuses surprises, quand il est apparu, on a cru le reconna\u00eetre, ses bras s’agitaient comme un signe d’amiti\u00e9, une invitation, on … <\/p>\n

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