Somewhere within the meeting of our eyes, our souls were bonding, even if our day to day lives were far apart.
Every fruit that bedecked Cecile’s gaily-dressed stall had been grown on her own holding.
I am reminded that love is timeless and regenerative. There is no beginning or end. All things are changing; nothing dies. And like the wind, love leaves its imprints everywhere.
Presentation, she looked drawn, as old as the limestone hills behind her property. Her facial skin was marbled, hair greying at the roots. She had grown frail, as though she might disintegrate at the...
Ik leer, langzaam en niet zonder pijn in mijn hart, het leven te nemen zoals het is, het eerbiedig te aanvaarden, er een feest van te maken, het te koesteren, uit te zaaien en ermee te werken zo lang...
Nothing lasts forever. But there is new life; new colours, fresh words, new tunes to compose. There is now; time present, time future. We build with new bricks and hope our voices are heard, our music...
How many worlds make up a life!
I am moving the rudder, shifting the course of my life. I have not thought of it this way before, but that is what I am doing. Taking my fate into my own hands, turning dreams into reality. And there...
Once upon a time, oh, it seems a long while ago now, I dreamed of a natural haven, of paradise winking down upon a tranquil blue sea. I had pictured friends and family at ease in my Garden of Eden, sh...
Once released from her trading responsibilities, she descended to Cannes’s famous seafront esplanade. Occasionally she dallied for a while, enjoying the sunshine while strolling the length of the Boul...