"This is the fourth time that red recognizes the plight of old missed ... "said his friend Paul, the Headgear in hand and a glass of sauvignon (fourth?)" Pinget had a rare word but sure, a master of repentance, still fighting guilt, to assume the guilt of his fellows to enrich his prose, the brilliance of his imagination ... "
Now in its fifth friend Paul so close to the distressed and sinking into the void which his not yet but the estranged his dipsomania digging a little more each day before it opens up the gulf disgust, "continued" Pinget certainly, but how far and at what price? ... " It is on this question that ended his monologue outstanding rose slowly to a sky full of dark clouds that clutter the poems.
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