Auteur : Florence Dambricourt
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04:00 in the morning…
silence on the waves… the moment smells night and summer warm and silence… I close my eyes and search for the stars I cannot see among the city light and wish for a solution with a sudden power outage. How come so many people talk about 04:00 in the morning?…
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When the wine is missing…
11:29AM the phone is still silent, though I am sure though we agreed on 11:00AM. Option 1: my memory is already expiring and attacked by an intensive stroke of Alzheimer and dementia; I realized I have travelled into times while drinking my coffee and it is 2096. Option 2: in…
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Simple or complicate…
I have discovered something weird today, I am “complicate”… “Ce sont des gens simples” me dit-on “ils n’ont pas fait d’études”*. If that’s true, this would mean, since I have gone to university, got what is called a “degree” and all these things that go along, I am the opposite…
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Impossible choice
Why French or English? Why not French and Anglais? Ça donne des trucs comme « face de livre » – la tête in the bucket (and yes in that case it’s a bucket with no list on) – sky mon mari (which is incredibly close to « Aie mon mari »… et on sait…
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Where is that bucket?
“What you don’t have a bucket list?” It seems to be the most enormous offend I could do against our society of consumption… I don’t have a “bucket list”, though I have a list with bucket written on it -I do need a bucket to carry water when I wash…
Self-leadership en action 