Parlons de ce que nous laisse ce voyage. Un souvenir, une pensée, une image, des mots qui résistent à l'oubli! Parlons de cette vie là, qui se vit et qui sévit! une vie qui passe encore et encore et puis qui s'arrête pour toujours!
Thank you for having existed. Thank you for being great in a modest life. Thank you for letting yourself be forgotten, for carrying your pain quietly so it wouldn’t spill on anyone else. Thank you for your courage, your patience, your dignity, for five long years of struggle when everything was taken from you except bravery.
We spend childhood wanting to please, filling boxes and expectations, leaving ourselves behind so that the family won’t leave us. Then comes adolescence, when we lose ourselves again trying to resemble others, hoping people will gather around us too. And when the age of reason finally arrives, finding oneself becomes the only quest that truly matters. We are all born equal or almost with different stories and backgrounds. What truly sets us apart are our thoughts. They become ideas, compasses that transform us and show the way. We are rich with what we think, for thought always draws the first path toward what we will become. 29 We all come from a family, an inheritance, a memory, a burden. We carry within us these invisible, unbreakable bonds that shape our steps, our strengths, and our lacks. We come from a past we must either repair or give thanks to.
Life is made of sometimes.Sometimes it is sorrow, sometimes love, sometimes fatigue, sometimes doubt, sometimes happiness. It changes its face like the sky through the seasons, and it is within these changes that I find words. When people ask me why I write and where inspiration comes from, I simply answer: from life itself. I watch …
There are days when life slips through our fingers, when everything seems to fall apart.In those moments, the words of others become shelters, their silences become refuge.This text was born from such moments when fear takes over, when exhaustion overwhelms, and yet a voice, a glance, or a helping hand quietly rekindles hope.It began as …
18. Finding love is not easy. Finding a love that lasts means not leaving your past behind but bringing with you a part that is peaceful and reconciled, while consenting to welcome the past of another. It means choosing to plant together, to harvest together and, above all, to welcome together whatever life places in our hands. 19. Life is more complex than we imagine. We can be happy to live it while being unhappy not to understand it. We can long for love and yet reject the one who loves us. We can want without being able, or be forced to do without wanting. Life is a vast field where we must build, destroy and begin again, again and again, all throughout our existence.
“In life, nothing is to be feared, it is only to be understood,” wrote Marie Curie. And understanding sometimes begins with wonder. Between the planets and the ocean depths of Science Expériences, and Nathan Sawaya’s Lego sculptures reminding us that “art is not optional,” I discovered two different ways of seeing the world. As Saint-Exupéry said, it’s not just about building a boat, but about awakening the desire for the sea. So I invite you to dive into these Bordeaux experiences that spark the urge to follow your own path and, why not, to “swim against the current.”
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.
Madrid, ce n’est pas qu’une capitale. C’est un mélange de soleil, de places animées, de palais majestueux et… d’un stade mythique qui fait battre mon cœur : le Santiago Bernabéu. Pendant quatre jours, j’ai arpenté ses rues, flâné dans le Parque del Retiro au lever du soleil, vibré au milieu des trophées du Real Madrid, admiré le coucher de soleil au Temple de Debod et me suis perdue dans l’élégance de la Plaza Mayor. Chaque lieu m’a offert une facette différente de la ville : l’histoire royale au Palais Royal, l’énergie nocturne à la Puerta del Sol, la douceur des jardins, la ferveur du football… Madrid m’a surprise par sa diversité et son atmosphère chaleureuse. Dans cet article, je vous emmène avec moi, entre anecdotes personnelles, conseils pratiques et coups de cœur, pour vous aider à préparer votre propre séjour dans la capitale espagnole.
Madrid isn’t just a capital city. It’s a blend of blazing sunshine, lively squares, majestic palaces, and… a legendary stadium that makes my heart race: the Santiago Bernabéu. For four days, I wandered its streets, strolled through Parque del Retiro at sunrise, felt the thrill inside the Real Madrid trophy room, admired the sunset at the Temple of Debod, and got lost in the elegance of Plaza Mayor. Each place showed me a different side of the city: royal history at the Royal Palace, the buzzing nightlife at Puerta del Sol, the calm of its gardens, the fever of football… Madrid surprised me with its diversity and its warm atmosphere. In this article, I’ll take you along with me, sharing personal anecdotes, practical tips, and my favourite moments to help you plan your own trip to Spain’s capital.