Phân vân giữa chửi thề và im lặng. Rút cục thì chịu không nổi đành phải leo lên đây nghe nhạc 🙂 La vie n’est pas un fleuve tranquille…
Birds are flying…
3-6 years ago, I’ve sung « Birds are flying over europe’s skies, tell me please, why can’t I ? ».
And now, I’m hearing myself again, singing « Birds are flying over african’s skies… » 🙂
But it doesn’t torment me anymore. It’s just great. I think, ’cause I’m getting lighter and lighter, by dint of peeling myself up to bone ! (j/k) But, not yet, not yet…
But whatever ! before being, you’ve been loved !
Tout a changé dans ma vie quand Tu as mis Tes couleurs
Tout comme un souffle qui depuis refait battre mon coeur
🙂
Celui que je cherchais m’a trouvé
Et voilà !
†=♥
Je te bénis Seigneur, de m’avoir créée un coeur sensible et fragile. Je te bénis par mon coeur fragmenté, de tous tes bienfaits, car Tu m’aimes…
Tu m’aimes, ca suffit.
Where I’m belong to
Once upon a time, I have had a dream…
When I was younger, I have had a so-cute dream which has followed me till now. Actually till last year. And I have almost forgotten it ! But now suddenly it came back to me as a blink of God…
In fact, I started to go to the Mass very soon. Mother taught me to keep strictly the catholic tradition. And situated in the countryside, our parish hasthe Mass at 4h30 AM everyday. 4h30 AM ! You can imagine how a little girl « survived » with this rhythm. Although the full naive zeal, I couldn’t stand the sleepiness every morning. So, from my very early years at the primary school, I always asked my mother why we didn’t live SO-CLOSE to the Church (as the family of my best friend, for example), so that we didn’t have to wake up too early (before 30, 45 minutes) to go to the Mass. It could be much better if I lived in the campus of the parish as the Sisters, or the best is that I could sleep inside the Church… It would be amazing : nothing could prevent me to go to the Mass everyday, the cold, the heat, the rain… even the laziness, because I wouldn’t continue to sleep while people were that for the Mass ! This desire has grown up with me, till one day… I though forgetting it !
But not at all. Since one year, miraculously, I have lived in a Christian community house where there is probably a chapel. We have a normal catholic liturgic as any congregations, and of course, the Mass almost everyday. And now after at least 15 years, I’ve realized that this childlike dream has become true ! Truly. Simply. By an unexpected way. The mystery way of the « Papa-gâteau » to realize the very first and pure wish of his little daughter… Tell me friend how can explain it ? How can explain a blink of God ?
God accomplish all desires of his children who trust in him
God, he is good, isn’t he ?
How far is it ?
I’m going far far away
But staying at this same Place
Your Heart to which belongs mine
Lost and found into the Light.
18.08.15
1 year of « revolution anniversary »
Il y a un an que j’ai fait une décision décisive. C’était comme si fermer les yeux et se mettre en route dans le brouillard sans savoir ce qui m’attendre devant… C’est fou ! Oui, c’est fou, cet Amour…
Fun fact : Je peux ajouter ce fun-fact à l’histoire de l’avocat !
La vie est comme un avocat, quand ça se mure, ça commence à bouger dans le noyau…
Et, rien à dire, que MERCI : )
Buồn (ngủ) thế nào ấy…
Il manque qqc… Une société assoiffée d’espace, de vie, d’esprit…
Le temps est pour tous. Mais ici on ne sait pas comment le traduire en vie mais qu’argent. Là-bas on le traduit autrement, en loisir plus « moderne », plus « confortable ». Mais en gros, on est tristement étouffé. On est pauvre. On a soif mais on cache sa énorme peine sous plusieurs couches de besoins terrestres. Et on meurt. Et on naît. Et on meurt. Et on nait. Et on meurt… encore et encore… Et on ne comprend pas. On le dit Samsara.
I’m so tired…
Courrier fou 