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SOLEIL BLEU - BLUE SUN

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Exnihilo-nihil

Published: Sep 8, 2011

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(english translation below)

Soleil Bleu

La course du soleil dans tes yeux bleu de glace –
La lune à son lever dans chacun de tes souffles.
Je t'attends dans des flocons froids illuminés d'étoiles, je t'attends depuis toujours.

Frantz, 2003.

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Blue Sun

The path of the sun in your arctic blue eyes
The rising of the moon in each of your breaths
I await in cold star lit snowflakes, eternally I have awaited you

Frantz, 2003.

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