fig drops

 

 

Let me be a free man, free to travel, free to stop, free to work, free to trade where I choose, free to choose my own teachers, free to follow the religion of my fathers, free to talk, think and act for myself... and I will obey every law or submit to the penalty

 

Nothing that once I cared of is now interesting me. Lost, I wander through the ruins of a foreign world and not even the sun, supposed to be the same since my birth, is able to reassure me

 

Life attends to me. Each action, each being, each word round me fulfils my specific needs. And I pass through the existence mirrors from one dream to the other following my reflected image. Life has a meaning because I have a meaning. My meaning is love

 

Saint places are the spirit’s places, founts of peace and beatitude. I drunk from the sacred calyx so I will always chase, by land and sea and into the honey milky way hug, that divine nectar’s flavour that dispenses joy and inner beauty

 

To me simply the duty of floating between opposite worlds… between the home sickness and the travel sickness, between desire of loneliness and monasteries and desire of love and community

 

If life is a theatre… then I want to be a clown