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Le Sud

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Le Sud

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"C'est pas moi qui serre

Autour de ton cou"

Philippe Djian

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La vie est éphémère, le temps est à la fois créateur et destructeur.

Changer le passé est impossible, accepter les regrets et les ressentiments apporte la liberté.

Se concentrer sur une vie authentique et vivre le moment présent,

cacher sa peine derrière un sourire,

et admirer la beauté pour ceux qui ne peuvent plus la voir.

Life is fleeting, time is both a creator and a destroyer.

Changing the past is impossible, by accepting and letting go of regrets and resentments, we find freedom.

Focus on living authentically in the present moment, keeping the pain behind a smile.

And try to see the beauty for those who cannot see it anymore.

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The palm trees, just you and me.

🌴🌴🌴

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Things turn bad when your brain is in the fog So, the colored painting is ugly This is one more fail, maybe a pinch of green maybe, maybe I should, creativity will flow again

to face death and bring life is so difficult when you are a dreamer

So, black is the color, once again and my curator is waiting I must not disappoint him

I sit and wait I wait for you make a tea, rage to live, rage.

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What are we lacking, We have a blue sky, the sun's rays, The forest and the sea, every day, Green and blue fill our eyes

Wild animals roam, The scattered giant rocks are an inspiration, In the studio, lies a white canvas

The wind softly kisses the trees, I sit and wait for you, In this world where oblivion is the law, I wait for you and expect nothing.

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Lynx

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Orpheus

In search, amidst the silence, Among the dark twists and turns, Orpheus ponders Eurydice, he seeks her, With sorrow, he scatters the fragments Of their memories, clinging to them.

Orpheus, listen to me; We always lose what we hold dearest, It's a tragedy to be parted, But it's destiny, such is life, You couldn't save me.

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Oui, c'est l'hiver...

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Some words are like a gentle breeze, carrying warmth; they could signify a renewal, perhaps the story of two wandering ships destined to finally meet, a tale of gratitude and love. But I don't trust my feelings, they enjoy losing themselves in lands where I cannot find a place to settle for good. Years have passed, my light is dim; the energy is not the same. I no longer live in the house of birds, I am not helping children; this noble work is not mine anymore. My world collapsed, I've changed, I survived, I am now surrounded by wolves. So, tell me, whom do you think I should trust and follow today? You, who never gave me hope, when I needed it, or the one who trained me to become a wolf?

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We are dancing at the edge of consciousness You with your brilliance, me in the chaos of fractured fantasies Ethereal specters, shimmering in the vision of others How they want you, how they desire me, this is an enigma

I am submerged in a sea of uncharted emotions A tempest of feelings, an abyss that echoes with the unspoken, the unresolved "Anchor to me," says the soul; explore the wreckage that lies hidden The silent spaces between lines

In fragmented dreams, kaleidoscopic hues Hope doesn't exist together, but in pieces

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Winter sunset

A horse knows you better than anyone.

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Songs, graceful movements, open spaces With wings, light, without fears Roads, paths, meadows, forests, over seas A symphony of freedom, high-flying, day and night No chain, no barrier, no shadows to flee Only the limits of the sky, for the free spirit.

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Once adorned with vitality, my old tree stood proud, whispering tales to the wind. It's trunk still echoes the hushed secrets of a bygone era, a poignant ode to nature's eternal dance. He was thirsty, but two months of a watery ballet that bypassed his weary roots, and time's cruel grasp, when the rain became a distant melody, on a day of colossal winds, he surrended, a tempest's fury embraced him in a solemn creak.

Now in the garden of Eden, his absence leaves a void. Of course, horses run free, of course, sunsets ignite the horizon, setting the sky ablaze. But amidst this untamed beauty, he lies on the ground, embraced by the earth's cradle. Ivy weaves around him, nature's shroud a silent testimony to the intertwining of life and loss in the vast expanse, where the wild spirits roam and the sun each day bids its fiery farewell.