Comme c'est étrange la manière dont les choses s'arrangent parfois d'elles-mêmes et, dans le même temps, elles semblent juste devenir plus difficiles. Je ne sais pas du tout si on peut écrire en français sur ce site, mais c'est ma langue 'natale', pas ma langue… Read full post »

The black and white photograph is sitting here, on my desk. Sometimes I glance at it,  sometimes I try to avoid it. These two little girls are sitting on the beach and they seem all alone, the beach is desertic. Did they ask everyone to move, how could they do it?
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I really love this image in which everything seems to be crazy around the character and yet, he seems to be smiling and enjoying himself!

That is exactly how I would love to go through life, so cliché isn't it? I need several lives to get to that feeling… Read full post »

The day after my eighth birthday, my father looked at me in the same way he always did: suspiciously. Since the very day of my birth, suspicion started, children were not to be trusted, and especially not girls. They were problematic, they could bring shame unto you: the pretty ones as… Read full post »

It seems time is definitely immaterial albeit obsessive as far as I'm concerned.
One should not be that concerned about it as it fades away anyway, it does not hold no matter how hard you try. Your mind might be trying to do something with it, but fail, eventually it will!

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