I Still Feel You
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MatureOngoing5m
Last published Fri, Apr 3, 2020
"Cette rencontre m'a tellement fait mal à la poitrine, que j'aurai pu en mourir. Ses cheveux qui dansaient avec la brise, ses bras qui formaient des arabesques et ses pieds traçant des cercles sur le sol, comme si elle glissait avec une grâce émouvante. Mais ce qui m'a le plus marqué, c'était la douleur dans son regard et les larmes qui s'écoulaient le long de son visage."
Ren guitariste dans son groupe, enchaîne les concerts dans des petits bars pour entretenir un bout de rêve, se demandant chaque jour pourquoi il continue, le son ne lui faisant plus vibrer le cœur comme autrefois...
Jusqu'à cette rencontre.
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