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So weird, the strength of that feeling of identification that embraces the soul whenever it ran into some ruins around the city... a feeling that remembers the fact of seeing one's eyes through a mirror..A human is only the residue of his past, a creature whose soul is only an endless work-site where the destiny builds and destructs all what circumstances and events dictate to it..
And, within the beautiful anarchy of such a landscape, a landscape that is made of the new rising up towers beside the collapsing old edifices, ruins remain the most erudite witness who retell the story of "what happened" as well as the prediction of "what will happen"..
Thus, those ruins are our memories... That's what explains the sudden attraction of the soul wherever it passes across such places...
Tangiers-Morocco
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Darkensilver In reply to PsykoHilly [2013-04-29 15:27:51 +0000 UTC]
Ruins are always great, provided the noise their silence is shouting....
Thanks for your passage, my friend
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PsykoHilly In reply to Darkensilver [2013-04-30 12:41:59 +0000 UTC]
It's been the greatest pleasure Mohamed, you're most welcome
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Darkensilver In reply to RedBaron351 [2013-04-29 15:24:37 +0000 UTC]
It's about a neighborhood police office, I guess at a 95% of probability, provided that allover Morocco, they're all the same...
Thanks for your passage, my friend
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