Lady Breeze

I need to live out all the blessings that God has given me today. Blessings cannot be saved for a rainy day. There is no bank with a safe deposit box for them. If I do not enjoy these blessings today, I lose them forever. Whatever I have done or might do in the course of my life, whether it's good or evil, has been done freely; I am a free agent. My success and my misfortunes, the bright and the dark days I have gone through, everything has proved to me that in this world, either physical or moral, good comes out of evil just as well as evil comes out of good. God knows that we are artists of life. One day He gives us a chisel, another we may receive brushes and a canvas, and still another day He gives us a pen to write. I am bound to add that the excess in too little has ever proved in me more dangerous than the excess in too much; the last may cause indigestion, but the first causes death. I know that I have lived because I have felt, and, feeling giving me the know...

Making friends while traveling takes whatever standards you already had in terms of forming friendships at home and dilutes it down to basically nothing. You no longer look for things you have in common, friends you have in common or even places you have in common. It's more like hey you seem like a decent enough human who won't try to rape me or mug me so I will make the unusual-for me-decision and trust you for the day and see how it goes. We may not be united by land, race, religion, language or even thoughts. We may have nothing in common except for the fact that we are perfect strangers in a foreign place; we are united by our endless love for travel and deep need to explore. We are citizens of the world and that is why I will trust you. The thing about travel is when you're finally ready to come home, you will realise that the only thing that has truly changed is you.

Il a mis le café Dans la tasse Il a mis le lait Dans la tasse de café Il a mis le sucre Dans le café au lait Avec la petite cuiller Il a tourné Il a bu le café au lait Et il a reposé la tasse Sans me parler Il a allumé Une cigarette Il a fait des ronds Avec la fumée Il a mis les cendres Dans le cendrier Sans me parler Sans me regarder Il s’est levé Il a mis Son chapeau sur sa tête Il a mis Son manteau de pluie Parce qu’il pleuvait Et il est parti Sous la pluie Sans une parole Sans me regarder Et moi j’ai pris Ma tête dans mes mains Et j’ai pleuré. Jacques Prévert