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مكتمِلة ثلاثاء, سبتـ ١٢, ٢٠١٧11m
"Si c'est ce que tu veux, très bien. J'écrirai ta parole. Seul, je ne peux peut-être pas changer grand-chose... mais si les gens nous entendent, on pourra renverser le monde."
Éric, un jeune homme comme vous et moi ; aujourd'hui, il se fait porte-parole d'une souffrance muette et ancestrale.
Son histoire est aussi la vôtre - et si vous aussi, vous ouvriez les yeux ?
Tous droits réservés sur la forme, le fond vous appartient dès que vous l'avez lu.
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