I have a friend who thinks that coincidence doesn’t exist. That, there is no such thing as chance,  that opportunities happen because it is our destiny. That a sign one day which would say nothing to us, will another day have an explanation, like a bit this heart which came to be drawn in my garden. A heart made with blades of grass yellowed by an object or the sun in winter ?  A coincidence that it might be made by someone ? AAh, I will probably never get the answer.

So, one day I write that silence is a good thing, then suddenly the silence is broken, what must I conclude ? This break in the calm silence, rekindling a small hope, bringing back all these questions.

I’m not patient, but I am also enormously so. The patience to wait for things to end from the point of view of my profession, and to expect things to restart from the same point of view. The patience to wait for another break in the silence, but until then, do I put my mind at rest?.. My mind or my heart?

So, I will just try to believe  this promise someone gave me : « I can promise you; not as long as 4 months ».


Don’t forget that words exorcise evil.

I wish you a nice day.


Author of ‘Le Miracle’
My first pleasure is to write…
The second one is that you read my work and that you get as much pleasure as I do…
Then we could say that it’s a victory!