Je sais les insomnies. Je sais les remords. Je sais l'opprobre qu'il te semble entrevoir déjà dans leurs yeux.Je sais les aveux coincés au fond de la gorge, la peur d'être découvert, l'aliénation, le dégoût de toi-même.Je sais la souffrance. Je sais la peur de retomber. Je sais la peur du tribunal des hommes, de... Continue Reading →
I tend to shy away from topics related to faith in my posts, as I believe it to be a very personal matter. This post will not create precedent from that respect. It is not really about faith, even if written from a faithful's point of view. It is about guilty silence. It is about... Continue Reading →
There was a bookshop on the corner of Rue Saint Jacques and Rue Soufflot in the 5th arrondissement of the capital. That's somewhere between the Panthéon and the Jardin du Luxembourg for those who have yet to visit the city of light. It was one of those places where time seemed to have stopped. Or... Continue Reading →
I was driving back home. It had been one of those days which make you long for the nights. Down the street, a traffic light turning green. And a pedestrian deciding it was about time to cross. Photo by Jan Kopriva As I got closer, I took a silent stab at him. I was not impressed.... Continue Reading →
Or what it takes to earn trust. Folks, I will not be a hairsplitter, it will be short this time. Here's the bottom-line: Trust has a price tag and it does not come cheap. Trust is not earned with words, no matter the glitter or the volume. Dipping them in chocolate will not work either.... Continue Reading →
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