- Chur, what stories like?
- They are the lights of different colors shapes, as they are old or young, transient or sustainable. Sometimes they wear the birds, sometimes dead leaves. Sometimes simple travel in wind noise, and flying over the village. All of us seek company. When one of them finds a man she loves, comes to sit on his shoulder and tries seduce him. The man grasping - or a listen. If a ward, the story unsettles. Go away, wanders from one place to another, not knowing where to lead, is in danger of losing. If one listens to the man thinks that he invented himself amintteste something. In fact, the story speaks through his mouth. When finished, leave a trace in him - like all creatures who have crossed the road before them have done it, and fly to other villages. The stories we need to live. Without a force that we would disappear into the sky like smoke. "
(Henri Gougaud - seven feathers of the eagle)
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