I get off at Père-Lachaise metro station. The clouds are clearing. One can see the rumor of a distant sun. On my left are the foreboding walls of Père-Lachaise: huge, macabre, as if protecting the privacy of its occupants inside. (Extrait du livre de Soheyl Dahi)
Le livre est préfacé par le poète Jack Hirschman.
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