Today I discovered that the first lady of silent cinema wrote to me, more than a year ago, but I hadn't seen it. It's like the echo of the birth of hope, coming right after the night of the hunter.
Today I was swimming, and as I followed the rhythm where all 6:00 a.m. pools lead to mystery, I thought of NIDU's curly hair.
Without a doubt, it is us who pass by, beings in situations putting our hands in the water without wanting to lose. Surrounded by rainbow fish, followed by phosphorescent swimmers. The sun announces a slow afternoon, with space to rise. Without a doubt, the spirit is on its way to its rebuilding.