by Marianne | Apr 14, 2022 | When I write
J’ai dans ma cuisine une boite de café.C’est une boite à grains, hermétiquement fermée.Le motif noir et blanc me rappelle des jours heureux,Dans un autre pays, ou le café est délicieux.Quand je l’ouvre quelquefois pour remplir la machine,Ou aussi, de temps à...
by Marianne | Apr 11, 2022 | When I write
Quand ma fille est née, j’ai compris pleinement l’expression “Avoir quelqu’un dans la peau”.Elle et moi, c’était peau contre peau, le contact etait un besoin physique. 2 mois plus tard, on a découvert ses problèmes de peau, la peau fragile, qui devait la démanger...
by Marianne | Apr 9, 2022 | When I write
Under attack Today, the three little girls will not be woken up by a flood of kisses. Nobody comes, only the alarm clocks ring one after the other. The youngest decides to come and see. She arrives slowly, touches the sheets, feels the bed. Supermom is there, under...
by Marianne | Apr 8, 2022 | When I wonder
Where are our child dreams? Where have they gone? What have they become? Do we have to stick to them or grow out of them? Will they come back? At one moment in life, the question rises, often in front of old pictures… When I look at the old me, like this little...
by Marianne | Feb 4, 2021 | When I create, When I wonder
This is not an order, merely a suggestion… because you ARE capable! We were all creative when we were young but sometimes the power loses energy along the way… My mum always told me how I would draw on little pieces of paper, so little and full of colors…...
