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gothique et romantique

The end of a world

Publié le 2 Juil 2013

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The door opened violently. Whereas the storm thundered. The wind was engulfed between the badly united stones. In a long complaint. Sky streaking flashes. In the deafening crash of a thunder. Breaking sky and covers over with soil. There was this echo of end of the world. Noise of shoes of horses launched to the full gallop. Fleeing the wave. Evil approaching irremediably carried by the music an organ. Playing solitary in an abandoned vault. Who later will be used as mortuary. With the idea dying woman of a crushed world. On the furnace bridge of its end. Only, without a future. Numbed by its fear of crumbling in a virgin place of benches, the penitent ones. The door opened violently. Whereas the storm bit the eroded stones. That a hand knocked to open, to enter, to precipitate. With the shelter. Last paradise. Resisting the hell of the outside. Throwing the body. Softened of an exhausted woman. To carry the relics of recent last. In which nobody any more believed. Giving at the end of the world the utility all to clean. For all to start again. There were these notes repeated on the keyboard. Hammered to try to resist fate all to give up. The door opened violently. Whereas the storm recited. In a long moaning. The list of all the sins. A woman, only with knees for all to repair. In the heart of the abandoned vault. Forgotten at the bad days. Swept an end of the very close world. Overpowered heavy reproaches. With this single thought. To resist. While hoping to find in the last seconds the way of being saved. While the wind was engulfed between the badly united stones. In a long complaint. Sky streaking flashes. In the deafening crash of a thunder. Breaking sky and covers over with soil. The door opened violently. Illuminating the heart of the vault, its immense tenderness. Before this one does not subside. Leaving this light stolen to the storm like a last hope. To take, seize it like a sword in this evening. For always. A woman, only, with knees will fight protecting the last spark from love.

le sang de la nuit, la naissance de l'ange, decouvrez le dernier roman de steffan urell

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