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 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 | Sep 16, 2020 | When I write
When the sun rises and the clouds are away, the light enters the room and paints the walls in a warm color. So I come in to wake up the little girl who lives here. When I whisper sweet words to her ear, she smiles. When I caress her back, she laughs. And that laughter...
