
Spectators of other peoples play-lives, it happens to all of us: we look around but we don't see, we hear, from time to time, noises and voices, while our thought runs after our past happiness, an unsatisfied wish, a never ending pain, or simply after ourselves. Its name is loneliness, broken when many loneliness merge. And the spectators enter the playground with the players.
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