There is no greater love than the one that sometimes sheds tears without turning them into an anthem. A love that knows how to leave without betraying, a love that, though not always happy, still refuses to bow to the call of misfortune.
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!
There is no greater love than the one that sometimes sheds tears without turning them into an anthem. A love that knows how to leave without betraying, a love that, though not always happy, still refuses to bow to the call of misfortune.
Tonight, I offer you a heart of blood, A heart of us. An open heart, A heart that desires nothing but to beat, That aspires to nothing but to love, A heart that refuses to turn to stone, A heart burning with love.
It is the time you have wasted for your rose that makes your rose so important. What makes the desert beautiful is that somewhere, it hides a well.
Every morning, I wake up and jot down a few thoughts in my journal. Sometimes trivial, sometimes profound, they stem from a moment lived or the memory of a past experience. Then, on a sticky note, I distill the essence of my reflection into a few phrases: “fragments”. I had already shared those from November and December. Here are my January fragments. May they find you in the best of spirits. May this year bring you the best of the best and a glimmer of light even in the shadows. January’s Fragments: 📌 1. Every year carries within it the old soul that judges and the child that dreams. A nostalgia and a hope. A fatalistic lucidity and a fantastic madness. 📌 2. Dear God, may this year be soft and light. This is the prayer of those who refuse to grow up. Dear God, may I adapt to this life—sometimes harsh, sometimes sad, often indifferent. May I find joy, even in adversity. 📌 3. Man carries an eternal ambivalence. 📌 4. I believe in good faith, in willpower, and in progress.
I see unhappy singles who live only by criticizing the life of a couple, a life they dream of in silence, of which they cherish tenderly, a life that they are unable to live because their bitterness and jealousy have taken place in favor of a compassionate and welcoming love! I see the world, however, some subjects remain taboo! In this age, to criticize a woman is to distance one'sness from the cause. Being a successful man, you have to have an endless list of women with broken hearts (the reverse is true). Some topics divide and/or are overinterpreted.
Friend, A name attributed too often wrongly!A name given up most often, for lack of finding the definition of a nascent relationship!A name worth inscribed in capital letters! A capital relationship, with an influence capable of changing a stone heart into a master stone on which one can build!A friend opens your arms, hold …
Knock while there's still time. I'll open it. Photo taken in Vendée 2019. Today it's so easy to write” rest in peace” than to write “how are you?” It's so easy to find kind words in front of a grave than to give a letter of recommendation! It's so much easier to find time …