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Wolf Dreams  -Part 1- Faith of clouds              Sometimes we love to be hurt, to not get hurt in the same place,and by the same way again. And sometimes, we love to lick our wounds just not to remember things we would not want to remember again. This always had been giving me the feeling that I sometimes never forgive, and sometimes forget. This is our nature, this is how the wolves love to be like. We sometimes love and live, and sometimes leave. We sometimes, play and come to live happily ever after, dance and run, greed our teeth and smile, look to the sky and wish. Because we care for life; we care for the living. we care for being b

                                                              She’s alive no more left alone on the shore,Dante wake up unaware of everything .He was a 13 years old boy;charged by a ship of marchandise & goods;Dante was a kind of lost,homeless,or an orphan.In other words,his identity was unknown.He opened his eyes as the sun was getting shiny little by little.Then,saw a crowded zone full of fishers and marchandise loaders ; « am I in a haven »,he wondered ? Definitely,he couldn’t remember anything because of the hard times he lived,and because of the sea voyage that took two whole weeks to reach the haven ;However,Dant