One saw it entering, the perfect step, in several places simultaneously. One saw it going down, one saw it going up, then one saw it waiting without typing foot, the next one sacrificed, the next sacrifice... for what will never arrive. Evil nourished so many intentions, so much assumptions. I would have liked that he dies, that he turns over to darkness, and that light ignored him forever, precisely the day when you were born.

1.2.3.4 .5 . 6.7.

8.9.10.11.12.13.14.

15.16.17.18.19.20.21.

22.23.24.25.26.27.28.

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Janvier . Février . Mars

Janvier .... fevrier.....mars ... Avril ...Mai ... JUIN

Juillet ... Août... Septembre ... Octobre ...Novembre...Decembre

octobre. novembre . Decembre