“Certes, sous les silences d’antan, -comme, sous la calme surface des eaux, la mêlée des bêtes dans la mer, -je sentais bien grouiller la vie sous-marine des sentiments cachés, des désirs et des pensées qui se nient et qui luttent.”
“La sincérité toujours surmonte les obstacles.”
dreamt about this day last night. can’t complain at all.
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“Patience is also a form of action.”
early hours, silence before the storm, a fully scheduled day ahead, finding balance in routine and common rituals. the invisible border between being present and be required to be there. expectations for uncommon days coming up.
self awareness as base for perspective, objectivity and conscious deployment of things and facts around. honesty and valuable behaviour.
there will always be a coffee you will never forget.
all the path we walked, a bunch of emotions behind, a soft rain covering our steps. a street that has been walked by centuries. that feeling of saying au revoir.
“Je marcherai les yeux fixés sur mes pensées,
Sans rien voir au dehors, sans entendre aucun bruit,
Seul, inconnu, le dos courbé, les mains croisées,
Triste, et le jour pour moi sera comme la nuit.”
that free way to flow during days off, paths without marks or limits, free of charge, non-complex solutions to achieve states of joy.
early hours, silence outdoors, few notes in my head, mind claiming for resting moments and uncomplicated situations around.
achieving a moment for listening.
to feel it to flow.
“Dans cette vie qui vous apparaît quelquefois comme un grand terrain vague sans poteau indicateur, au milieu de toutes les lignes de fuite et les horizons perdus, on aimerait trouver des points de repère, dresser une sorte de cadastre pour n’avoir plus l’impression de naviguer au hasard. Alors, on tisse des liens, on essaye de rendre plus stables des rencontres hasardeuses.”
fast moves in between, finding calm and resting moments as priority. failing a that second one, evidently.
motion vs perspective of urgency at bureau.
to flow and let it go.
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early hours, everything is quiet outside, darkness is still ruling the path, sleepy memories from last night are still playing with my thoughts, the reason slightly becomes into soft light, slow steps into a new day.
routines are stronger than ever, ode to our dreams, a dedication to what keep us alive, to what makes us feel better.
to find the motion we need.
shall dream and feel, past and present walking around, overlapping senses, releasing memories, giving life. odd and safe ways to stay awake.
