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 | Nov 10, 2020 | When I wander
Autumn wasn’t a season I enjoyed when I was younger, more synonymous with cemetery than cocooning, but I got to know it. This year, I am tasting its fawn colours every day when I walk the dog. The wet smells of mushrooms and leaves fill the air along the...
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...
