Where were you?


A crushed identity, a story told by those who have never lived it! I am Africa! I am Egypt and its pyramids, I am Congo and its wealth, I am Mandela and his courage, I am Rwanda and its thousand hills, I am Burundi and its drums, I am Soundjata Keita and the Mandingue…
Céderai-je un jour à la pression ? Ma réponse est peut-être, sais-t-on jamais ! Mais à ce moment-là, je saurai que les envies de couple ont primé sur les envies de véritable amour ! à ce moment-là, je saurai que j’ai choisi la triste joie de convenir ainsi que quelques plaisirs que jouissent les couples mêmes sans être amoureux.
And then we grow up, we gradually take our life in hand, a very complex life where joys and tragedies, love and hatred, the cradle and the grave are intertwined.We cling to things and beings, life takes them off without common agreement, nor common measure!We foresee a bright future, life preserves us the farewells…
So let me take you on board the « Burdigala II », a boat named after the ancient name of Bordeaux. Burdigala , a word with rough edges, comes from the Aquitanian roots burd- (muddy) and -gala (shelter). In other words: “a shelter in the marshes.” Not the most glamorous name, and yet, from this mud rose one of the most beautiful cities of France.
Illustration of two types of friendship: above is for life, below is for a life! photo taken at Villenave-d’Ornon, 2019. They say friends are for life! I say that some friends are for some kind of life! Life is made up of a thousand and one stories, people are born, grow up and meet…
Don’t love me so fast, you might be disappointed and make me feel bad afterwards,Don’t love me so late, I might be suspicious and misunderstand you afterwards,Don’t love me so exclusively, you could hurt me by trying to possess me.Don’t love me so desperately, you might make me run away afterwards,Don’t love me so…