When it began it must have begun in friction,
it must had a comfort in giving me a recurrence.
The place had a tree,
an old tree with dying smile and the afternoons had a lost bravery.
The bones were made with muds of shallow river, it never had the abundance of expression and the scars were usual for a ceaseless traveller.
Usually people being good with goodbyes are somehow good with beginings too. But a vacuum of absolute invisibility is what keeps us going i guess.
And in that silence somehow a flower blooms where we forget we have days to burn and we walk away with all that belonged in our boundaries of reliance and fights of compulsions.
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Photograph: Paul Schulz
Bonheur, ennuis, succès, déception ou échec – je ne sais pas ce qui vous attend pour la journée, mais je sais que tout ira bien c’est toujours un plaisir de venir te dire. Bonjour bonjour!

Amitié c’est un plaisir de déposer un petit mot à tous mes amis amies Bernard
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