On holiday

Beach, sea, and sun in Nice

I spend a week of holidays in my native place.

Thanks because you have read me until now 

and see you soon on the "blogosphere"

humanity and mortality

I am reading the snows of kilimanjaro, the Hemingway's novel.

The story is about the last hours of the life of a man, in africa, because the gangrene in his leg.He is in front of his mortality. 

 Today people don't like to speak about death, but at each instant of my life I am mortal

 My mortality is not outside me, but inside me. I am human because I am mortal.

 

the first step

Walking is the simplest thing. Even if I don't remember my first step, it was the hardest, and I was probably very surprised to success.

 

I would like to feel at each step the same feeling of surprise as it was for the first step

Madiha's poetry

 

Madiha is a girl who live in Casablanca, she love her studies and when she has free time she write poetry.

This is one of them :

 

"Je ne sais pas

Mais quelque chose m’est arrivée

J’entends ta voix

Toujours je te vois

Mon cœur n’est plus brisé

Mon monde étroit

Est plus vaste avec toi

J’étais perdue dans une amnésie

Mais tu m’as rendue à mon soi

Je sais pas comment où pourquoi

Mais je suis en analgésie

Je veux subir ta loi

Et croire ta foi

Comme ça je suis aisée

Je veux crier sur les toits

Je t’aime quoique tu sois

Mes larmes ne seront plus versées

Dans ma forêt tu es le roi

Je ne veux  que ta voie

Pour que mon cœur soit apaisé"

 

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Paris by bicycle

"Quand on partait de bon matin
Quand on partait sur les chemins
A bicyclette" Yves Montand

Life is more beautiful by bicycle, I see another Paris where every street is as a landscape where time takes time