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Le Cheval Rouge: Cuadros de familia (2)
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Seeking for identity of what there is and what there seems to be . Images, stories, landscapes, words picked up like pebbles. Sunday, November 20, 2005. Cuadros de familia (2). Would you please come back in a few minutes? Posted by cheval-rouge at 9:58 PM. Hasards et coïncidences. San Juan de la Peña. Cuadros de familia (1). The girl from Greece. Pebbles in my hand. Out in a different world . View my complete profile.
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Le Cheval Rouge: On violence (1)
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Seeking for identity of what there is and what there seems to be . Images, stories, landscapes, words picked up like pebbles. Thursday, April 28, 2005. A leaf on the ground crushed by feet. Floods have vandalized the German city nearby. The riverside road still shows the ravages of water. Garbage hanging in the trees, plastic drainage pipes ripped out, a washbasin on the country lane turned upside down. Voices upswelling and dying away, like aircraft noise. Posted by cheval-rouge at 9:39 PM.
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Le Cheval Rouge: Entre temps
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Seeking for identity of what there is and what there seems to be . Images, stories, landscapes, words picked up like pebbles. Thursday, May 12, 2005. Les yeux du chat. Posted by cheval-rouge at 9:09 PM. It never occurred to me. Stories from the parking lot. Out in a different world. Pebbles in my hand. Out in a different world . View my complete profile.
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Le Cheval Rouge: L'Institut Français
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Seeking for identity of what there is and what there seems to be . Images, stories, landscapes, words picked up like pebbles. Monday, April 25, 2005. A call from the. Institut Français où je suis le cours de français le lundi. A girl left a letter for me there, a girl with no name. I play with the idea of leaving it there, unopened, as a mystery. Another story untold, another turnoff, wrapped in paper. Posted by cheval-rouge at 10:34 PM. It never occurred to me. Stories from the parking lot.
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Le Cheval Rouge: Susanne Osthoff
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Seeking for identity of what there is and what there seems to be . Images, stories, landscapes, words picked up like pebbles. Monday, December 19, 2005. The German hostage in Iraq has been released today. It was all her own fault, people say, she’s a reckless mother. Posted by cheval-rouge at 8:36 PM. Cuadros de familia (2). Hasards et coïncidences. San Juan de la Peña. Cuadros de familia (1). The girl from Greece. Pebbles in my hand. Out in a different world . View my complete profile.
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Le Cheval Rouge: Passing car
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Seeking for identity of what there is and what there seems to be . Images, stories, landscapes, words picked up like pebbles. Sunday, August 21, 2005. Posted by cheval-rouge at 9:26 PM. Cuadros de familia (1). The girl from Greece. It never occurred to me. Stories from the parking lot. Pebbles in my hand. Out in a different world . View my complete profile.
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Le Cheval Rouge: Bordeaux
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Seeking for identity of what there is and what there seems to be . Images, stories, landscapes, words picked up like pebbles. Sunday, October 30, 2005. She keeps silent, drops her eyes, hurries to leave the kitchen. I barely hear her voice,. Posted by cheval-rouge at 2:46 PM. San Juan de la Peña. Cuadros de familia (1). The girl from Greece. Pebbles in my hand. Out in a different world . View my complete profile.
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Le Cheval Rouge: Marie
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Seeking for identity of what there is and what there seems to be . Images, stories, landscapes, words picked up like pebbles. Wednesday, April 27, 2005. One day at midnight I found her drunk and apathetic at the front door brought home by her friends. She behaves like a girl with good manners. She looks like a bird to me that wants to be set free. Posted by cheval-rouge at 7:57 PM. It never occurred to me. Stories from the parking lot. Out in a different world. Pebbles in my hand. View my complete profile.
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Le Cheval Rouge: Kriss Crumble
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Seeking for identity of what there is and what there seems to be . Images, stories, landscapes, words picked up like pebbles. Sunday, October 30, 2005. It has been raining for days, the rain gets harder. The radio sings nursery rhymes, gets excited about strong winds and high waters in the South. Moses supposes his toeses are roses. It is getting bright as day at night, a clap of thunder, rumbling up the mountain, like hell. Posted by cheval-rouge at 2:44 PM. San Juan de la Peña. Cuadros de familia (1).
