The Voice of Silence
The old man lived on the edge of a desert where stones seemed to be waiting for someone.
The old man lived on the edge of a desert where stones seemed to be waiting for someone.
Hi Xavier. This text for you, entitled “Promenade rue de la Pierre au Diable”.
Discovering an old story: that of our house : the Earth and its mountains.
It was enough to open a small wooden door to leave the city without traveling.
The following spring, tiny swallows come out of the nest, chirping and insatiable.
The legends of the Bible say that Noah’s ark washed up on Mount Ararat in Turkey.
When Hercules met Pyrene, he understood that he was no longer a hero, but a man.
We got to his place by such a narrow road that it seemed to hardly exist.
There are places forgotten by the tumult of the world, peaceful and hidden in their secrets
He lived alone for a long time. Alone in the narrow apartment with its weathered furniture.
They have been walking since the dawn. Under the tall beeches, the light flows in pale sheets.
They had come quietly, these young bakers. One day, the shop opened and the village adopted them.