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- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - 2006-01-20 | [This text should be read in francais] | Submited by Guy Rancourt Coeur apatride et seul, Braise vive dans mon poing. Ô violent voyage d'un mot ! Je n'ai rien appris, Je n'ai rien compris que cet arbre Qui s'agrippe à la terre Et qui dit NON. (Gatien Lapointe, Le premier mot, précédé de Le pari de ne pas mourir, Éditions du Jour, 1967, 111 p. )
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