Vision by listening to the Church of St Gervais St. Protais the magnificent oratorio Pilgrim.
Me, hair disheveled, his face scratched and dirty, bloated by the sun.
In my journey through the desert, j'me realize I morfle more than I imagined.
But I know I'm on the right road and I'm not alone.
When I throw a look round and found the desolate landscape, I am seized by a wave of vertigo. Jeez, what am I doing this?
And I take the road.
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