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delirium tremens Parisi

The city, they say, is coming back to life. As if it were ever dead. It has a life of its own, which it always possesses, like all the grand old cities that rapaciously accumulate lives and stories to add to its vast custom house of tales and desire. You and I were chatting on the sidewalk when Guy passes by, reads us his new poem…

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