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“C'est un nœud douloureux et exalté, mille chose s'y mêlent. Alors j'attends que cela cesse. C'est ce que je fais toujours, d'ailleurs et j'ai tort de te dire tout cela. Mais à qui le dirais-je, dans le monde entier. Je t'attends, j'attends l'apaisement du soir, j'attends notre heure, la lumière oblique, cette pause entre le jour et la nuit. La paix viendra, sûrement. Mais je n'imagine pas d'autre paix que celle de nos deux corps liés, de nos regards livrés l'un à l'autre - le n'ai plus d'autre patrie que toi. Attends-moi, mon chéri. Écris-moi, écris tout ce que tu peux. Tant de mers me séparent de toi. Où te chercher ? Où t'atteindre ? Comment fuérir sans toi la peine qui m'étouffe ? Je t'embrasse, mon seul amour, je te serre contre moi. Les jours passent, mais si lentement, comme des nuits d'insomnie, et je ne peux plus me supporter. Écris.”

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Albert Camus
Albert Camus

Albert Camus was a French author and philosopher, born on November 7, 1913, and died on January 4, 1960. Known for his unique existentialist philosophy and profound insights into human suffering, Camus' works include 'The Stranger', 'The Plague', and 'The Myth of Sisyphus', which have had a profound impact on 20th-century literature. more

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