Nous n'existons pas vraiment... Un esclave vaut cher — tout est mort en moi — pour punir leurs esclaves, certains maîtres leur font couper le nez. La plupart des esclaves viennent des pays du nord de l'état ; les serfs et les esclaves de l'abbaye de Saint-Amand...

She looked so desperate… — "What more do you want from me ?" The peculiar timbre of her voice would have given interest to the most inane chatter — "Why don't you speak to me ?" — "No-one knows." — "Have you been really much alone ?…" What she felt was...

Automatic translation by Google trad of the 84205 of Benjamin Cooper's lyric rock. The audio version is on Arte Radio. Synthetic voice : Google trad. Calamity has trouble getting out of nostalgia where she locked herself Calamity goes from one nothingness...