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45 Mercy Street In my dream, drilling into the marrow of my entire bone, my real dream, I'm walking up and down Beacon Hill searching for a street sign - namely MERCY STREET. Not there. I try the Back Bay. Not there. Not there. And yet I know the number....

"Loves Friends" By Sylvia Herbez free translation from http://www.welovewords.com/documents/amours-amies original version. thank you Sister. Beautiful words as always par Arnaud Quercy, mardi 24 mai 2011, 18:37 "Loves Friends Loves dressing up as friendships....

"It's raining this morning. It is raining again to smooth the final day of the year. The piano plays a jazz tune. The concert was successful. He smiled one hand on the keyboard, the other on the music stand. His fingers continue this tune that gently...

Free translation of a wonderful poem by Sylvia Herbez !!! original version @ http://www.welovewords.com/documents/la-danse-du-sable-vert par Arnaud Quercy, mercredi 25 mai 2011, 09:49 “Dance of green sand Admiring the dazzling beauty of the landscape...

"The Other Night At The Tabou" By Sylvia Herbez par Arnaud Quercy, mercredi 25 mai 2011, 12:39 "Boris did not want to go out that day. Since the sunrise he decided to resist complying with this outdated and sterile ritual. Celebrating his birthday was...