Auteur : Florence Dambricourt
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crazy…
I bet you are crazy as well. Stop hiding! We all are, crazy, and it’s crazy not to see it. I wish one day I had been crazy in love, though it would be that much crazy if I was not loved back the same way. That would just open…
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smile…
you’re being watched…
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The shoes
One fee, two feet, one feet, the other feet… my feet sing a lullaby as I walk in the street; I even hear it in my head, bum bam bom « walking in the street » on some low notes, steady rhythm. I hear him as well, walking in the street, catching…
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out of focus
« Focus in the wrong place » she wrote… How does she know? If the idea was actually to take a step out of convention looking for that other framing and that other focus? Rather than putting the foreground in my focus, I like to focus on the background, the details in…
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the taste of water
Who says water taste nothing? Maybe it’s true, but then even better… since water tastes nothing it can taste everything… Time to let the spirit free. What would you do with your « Spirit of H2O »?