À l’heure où les colombes pleurent, un peu de folk et un texte hallucinant de compassion, d’humanité et de sensibilité.
Coast Guard on the horizon waiting for the next round of bribing. The forests lined with people blamed, persecuted, and made illegal. Revolutionaries and widows, orphans, survivors, and heroes. The ones who made it safely who left their friends and families.
Sublime!
MeloP ζ
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