418. Vers 20h20, en sortant du bureau

Devant les portes du théâtre
ils continuent à vivre
-- les gens

417. Inspirer... expirer...

Un site qui me fait exactement le même effet que la photo de ciel qu'Arte passe (passait ?) avant et après sa météo...

416. L'inverse de la sève [edit]

Etrange sang vert
dans la chair des fleurs --
corruption

415. Heartache

At first I did not want to write anything.

Then I thought, well, it's a part of your life, it deserves to be mentioned. I wrote and rewrote. I deleted a veritable thesaurus of grief; I wanted precious sentences about pain and the cessation of pain. Then I wanted to say sisters come in many different shapes and sizes. Also I thought I'd write about London, Nicaragua, mojitos and high-heeled shoes. How some people make you a better person, how life is harder when they are taken away, and how the world is not right. I thought about orphans, and loneliness. I wrote a lot.

It went on and on. Then I thought, this blog is about saying as much as I can in as few words as possible.

So here it is: courage, and grace.

And this will have to do.