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20 janvier 2016
des tas de gens font des tas de choses, ils parlent, ils pleurent, ils jugent...
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20 janvier 2016
parfois, dans la vie il faut savoir et oser prendre des risques pour avoir ce que l'on désire profondément...
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20 janvier 2016
être fort, c'est rayonner de bonheur quand on est malheureux...
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20 janvier 2016
le plus beau collier au monde, c'est les bras d'un enfant accrochés au cou de sa maman
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20 janvier 2016
sans laisser éclater ni plainte ni regret, quelquefois j'ai pleuré, mais toujours en secret
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13 janvier 2016
quels que soient le temps, la distance, les jours qui passent ... le coeur nous reliera toujours
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