Bringing up a child, means to plant the smells, tastes, savors in the soil of their consciousness.When it will later unfold the fabric of life,
Étiquette : love
Describing God
If I were to describe God, I would say that describing God has no meaning.God is over-qualified.Since childhood, we have heard that ‘God is love’.If
A Wolf, At Night
You’re blowing the squalls of magnetic particles,they infiltrate my mind, steal me from the presentthey flatten my inner landscapes to the boardwhere the absence of
The Accordion Couples
Many couples work just like an out-of-tune accordion.They breathe in this double-keyboard instrument the rancid air of compensationAnd breathe out the wind of domination. Inhaling
Where Roads Are Paved With Hearts
For this country, I feel a wild attraction, a magnetic, animal instinct.Nothing as refined as what you would expect for a country like this.Actually, I
Edge : Your Guide, My Jammer (1/2)
I would have loved us to walk there,Both of us. But the edge guiding your words and carrying the sound of your voiceJams everything.It disconnects
