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fixed lamp

le balon

Philippe decida de ne plus jouer avec la bande de Joey.

Le petit salon

after having reached the top of the mont, I descended fast. my spinning legs burned, my neck hurt, my saddle was as hard as stone and drops of sweat were rolling down my red forehead. yet I was nothing under the crashing heat of the midsummer sun. all day it had been burning the riders. this giant lightbolb piercing the sky like a eye of white fire. it'd been a heavy burden during the parcours but what would I have done without it? ironically the sun was my main source of existence... I was dwarfed by the force of the colossal mountains, one lonely individual out of billions, one madman and his bike. the green mountainside was laying so peaceful. the thick warm air blew through the trees and my hair. I concentrated on the sound of my breath getting calmer as the descend offered a rest. the ratling of my chain was probably heard even on top of the peak towering over the dark green pines whose scent caressed my senses. the birds were seen fluttering around the pines tjilping away free of worry. this suddenly filled me with energy and happiness. a wonderful feeling, a feeling as if I could dwarf the pines, the mont, and even the sun, from whom I now felt all he had actually given me. the energy was sent straight to my legs and I pushed and pulled, pushed and pulled, pushed and pulled. speeding down the mountain, rushing through the trees It was as if I could already see the finish line ahead.

2 willows

his music was...