He was watching a magnificently clear starry sky, in the pitch dark of a hill at the end of the … More
Wordless Wednesday for the Daily Prompt.
… the one thing nobody can take away from you is the freedom to fuck up your life whatever way you … More
Isn’t it funny how we measure our success as travelers in numbers sometimes? How many countries on how many continents, … More
Give me a Sunday walk by the lively river, a bus drive through two of my favourite Parisian quarters, a … More
And if I unravel spread my wings like petals of a tangled rose you may say I’m acting heading for … More
I don’t want to follow you blindly follow my path with eyes wide shut as if it was only a … More
Loneliness never felt to me like something experienced at certain moments of aloneness or crowdedness, no matter, it is fundamentally … More
I’m far more on the non-aggressive side, I’d maybe even call myself a pacifist. Yet, I have those moments when … More
Markets, city markets, where everything that can be offered gathers: food, music, people with their voices, products, bargains, styles, street … More
From a tourist to a full-time Parisian? Peut-être. Never lost the wonder, though.
Willingness to be in touch with integral parts of our personality or our feelings or our lives, refusal to withhold or discard them only in the name of tact, is what for me constitutes grace.
It’s time again to share a bit of Parisian melodies. My favourite time. Grand Blanc : I just spent my … More
you’ve just had your heart broken in Paris.
it’s a pretty nice place to have your heart broken in, don’t you think?
It’s through them you realize someone’s place in your life, their soul as they say and what this soul can do to you. There’s the beauty and the terror.
There’s a grief and a recovery.
or The list of things that make me happy
Maybe luxury isn’t something we strive for, but something we are surrounded with already.
There’s nothing inherently wrong with being a muse, quite the opposite, to be inspiring is a privilege. Nevertheless, I believe it’s wrong to be reduced to one, to shrink one’s existence to a dependence on the other.
I’m afraid of the threat just as much as I am of our response to it.
There is power, even more importantly there is humanity in embracing fragility and it is there we can sincerely approach and trust others.
I remember how I loved the journey, the act of being on the way to somewhere, as a child. It was the moments of observing the world around me I adored so much.
I’ve been too stubborn about it, like a blindfolded hurt buffalo thrusting my way through every relation I had, family, friends or love, it didn’t matter. All they had to know and what I wanted to feel was the eternal I don’t need anybody, any-F*-body, ok?