quirinnlcb

[quirinnlcb]

If you're looking for me I'm in the rain 🌧️☔

Bad day! 💜💚

[quirinnlcb]

If you can see the light in me, maybe I'll love you...🫧🫧

[quirinnlcb]

Do you see me the way I see myself?

Probably not...I guess 💚💜

[quirinnlcb]

Love me, love me Say that you love me...

Fool me fool me

[quirinnlcb]

Episode 3: midnight fisherman🫧

He hoped to catch a star ⭐✨✨✨

You can read thé story on my page...

[quirinnlcb]

Thanks you for all you done for me💚💜

[quirinnlcb]

One unknown can make the difference in your day...thanks for that💜💚

[quirinnlcb]

a feeling of being free and light...🫧🫧

[quirinnlcb]

"Great projects are not accomplished by force, but by perseverance."🫧🫧

[quirinnlcb]

my little book: DEAR LOST COLORS

Episode 2: The Weeping Lady

Barely out of her house, Violette heard the Weeping Lady. As usual, this lady flooded the city with her melodious cries every day at 4 p.m.

Maybe today she was crying for good reason?

The colors had disappeared.

Not knowing where to begin, Violette decided to visit her. The Weeping Lady surely had some information. She had many daily visitors.

Maybe she had heard something?

After all, Violette was in need of a miracle — and this lady was known to grant them.

It was 4:30 p.m. when Violette arrived.

It was the hour of funerals.

Suddenly, she heard a dull thud.

A coffin was being sealed in the middle of the path.

It was surrounded by no more than five people.

They were all sad.

After all, the colors had vanished...

Violette understood their sadness.

She decided to sit beside this wrinkled lady.

She was dressed in black, austere clothing. Joy was not part of her vocabulary.

Violette sat next to the Weeping Lady.

This old woman had a theory: she was convinced that happiness did not exist.

With a heavy heart, Violette wasted no time in trying to get some information out of her.

“Have you seen the colors? I’m going to look for them!” said Violette to the woman.

“You know, in 300 years I have never had the chance to see a single one of those colors…” she replied.

She was a woman without pupils.

Her eyes were therefore of no use to her.

Unthinkable, for Violette. That must have been the cause of her misery.

She had been crying every day for 300 years.

How sad!

But Violette stayed focused.

Her quest was far too important to give up.

She resumed her questioning.

“Has anyone given you any information about the colors?”

Violette was waiting for the ultimate answer.

“Young girl…” said the old lady.

Violette quickly corrected her — she was a woman!

“Young girl…” the old woman repeated,

“The age you carry means little to me.

I myself didn’t become a woman until the age of 151, and it took me quite the journey.

One becomes a woman the day one learns to savor their sorrow.

You, you’re still chasing happiness.

How sad, my child.

But don’t worry!

I know an old friend who may be able to help you.

His name is Doctor Celeste.

He works miracles on his patients.

All you have to do is follow the river, and you’ll end up finding him.”

Violette had found the miracle she had hoped for.

It was 7:00 p.m.

With a smile on her face, the old woman once again flooded the city with her gentle melody of sobs.

[quirinnlcb]

I need to breathe 🫧🫧

Charade (2020) by Alyssa Monks

[quirinnlcb]

Dear lost colors...

The little girl in the rain

At thirty one years old, Purple was a accomplished woman. She had everything. Purple knew what she wanted and what she didn’t want. That monday,  the day took place as usual. Her alarm rang at 06h10, the smartphone in her hands, she read the news and the weather forecast of the day. Today, it will be sunny. Suddenly, Purple woke up. It’s was 06h40. She loved to be ahead of time but now she was again in urgency.

The day will be hard. Purple will work in the morning. She was eager to come home this afternoon. But now, the morning challenge wait for her : to prepare oneself in less than twenty minutes. Drinnngggggg ring her smartphone. It’s 07h05. There are five minutes before she leave her house. It’s time. She clam the door and switch on the car. She’s late in her advance. She will have to drive faster. What a pity, she loved to drive a little slower.

--------------------------------------------

It’s the end of the morning. She put away her bag and she come back home.

Fancy that ! It’s raining notice Purple in her sofa. She was looking through a huge window and  she told herself this time wasn’t forecast. The sky was darker than usual. She didn’t believe that and wanted to go in the garden to check what she saw.

She put one foot outside then the other. Go outside in the rain was the last thing she like. It was an extraordinary effort. She rubbed her eyes once then twice. The color  of her fence had changed. She was very angry. Who painted the red fence gray ? Suddenly, out of the blue, she saw this little girl in the rain. Why she’s alone on the sidewalk ? Purple ran in her house, took her keys and opened her gray gate.

The little girl didn’t move on the sidewalk.  She was in the world black and grey. Her umbrella in her hand protected her from the water falling from the sky. In her world, the water looked like strings. Her umbrella was so huge ! She was perfectly dry. This umbrella hid her of the immensity water. The little girl in the rain was still on the sidewalk and stared at Violette. Her innocence was so beautiful. Violette wanted to help her. In spite of her dark world, this little girl didn’t afraid Violette. She switched this time an a magical moment. The little girl was still on the sidewalk next to the gray fence.‘Should I ask her to come in my house to cheer her world up ? Maybe, she didn’t like a color world ?’ Purple told herself in her head.

But in the eyes of Purple, this little girl was a work of art. Purple liked to look her sadness and her bad luck. She was her reflection.

The Purple’s clothes was wet. Now, Purple liked the rain. She took advantage of this clouds filled with water. She liked to fell the rain on her skin and closed her eyes. In silence, the little girl put her umbrella above the Purple’s head. Immediately, she open her eyes and ask herself where are the colors ? Everything is grey, white or black. It’s impossible to live without colors. Purple pinched herself once then twice then three times then  four times. She didn’t dream !

She left this little girl on the sideworld and went back home. It’s now or not !  She decided to go in search of the lost colors. She wanted to leave her perfect life and she took her biggest backpack. Then, she put her brave in her bag. How light was this backpack ! It’s time. She took her keys, turned the handle and walked through the door frame. She left to another horizon whithout looking back.

Written by Quirinn LCB

[quirinnlcb]

the little girl in the rain

I wrote this story in honor of my father...

[quirinnlcb]

Go to home!🫧🫧

[quirinnlcb]

"Deep down I believe the Earth is round for one simple reason: after going all around the world, all we want is to come back home."

Orelsan

[quirinnlcb]

Can you see this turtle 🐢?

I was her yesterday🫧🫧, I accepted my uniqueness and I feel good.

[quirinnlcb]

I did it, good job! Any questions ?🫧🫧