Les Enfants Du Paradis Perdu (Children of the Lost Paradise) “When I was a child, I spoke like a child, I thought like a child, I reasoned like a child; when I became a man, I ended what was a child ” A perfume, a flavor, a melody, a word, an object, could bring us back to childhood as if towards a lost paradise. Our memories are memories of happiness, sorrow and fear at the same time. An experience hardly accepted, that it remains associated with our personality. We are all, somewhere, very attached to our childhood. Either because...
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