Facing Death
Hurry up, picnic on the grass … as one day the grass will picnic on you. (Jacques Prévert)
Hurry up, picnic on the grass … as one day the grass will picnic on you. (Jacques Prévert)
Once again I have been near death Suddenly it all seems Against me and my dreams
This world is just a training ground. Thick and hard, it resists to allow us to improve.
I have had many opportunities to live and/or make live this gentle miracle: look eternity in the face
Yes, totally lost. But don’t worry about it, the replacement is on.
This true love, without fear, without reproach, without expectation, without any condition
Physical or moral, pain can be so violent that it makes you want to die.
What happens when we sleep is more important than what happens at daytime.
I’m a sponge. Any movie, any book, any overheard conversation, I soak up all.
Just be grateful to be alive, to be who you are. And who will progress.
The between two worlds is the empty space between two branes.
Doubly magical couple: closely bound by love, it is infinitely free and open to the worlds