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  • En mode (re)découverte de cet équilibre qui m'est propre. J'aime chanter, le tai chi, lire, écrire, rire...apporter du bien être aux autres et profiter du quotidien.
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5 juillet 2009 7 05 /07 /juillet /2009 18:39
Today, waking up after a good night rest in another bed, in despite of the very hot night. A good surprise. Going to the market and afterwards to the park with the kids fiercely rolling on their scooter.

All clouds seem to come from a single point in the sky just above the horizon, which draws like a huge cotton star over our heads. Dream a bit about the shapes and images that sometimes appear inside the cotton folds and turns. About my father, grand father, son and in the future grandchildren also, the usual root and branches turnaround.

every morning
I look more like my father
also less like him

After the meal, journey back home with a break at a famous swedish store ; parking is full and so are the storeys. If crisis is raging through the country, it obviously spared this place. As usual we come back with a little bit more than we had the intention to buy,  the little bit being the consequence of an argument without which it could have been much more. As for bad faith, it is included in the better and worse contractual by-products.

At home, cleaning weekly one hour operation we perform together. Cleaning the bathroom and the toilets  has become a kind of regular performance. Then out we go in our small garden to trim the bushes and mow the lawn.

hydrangea flowers
rose and red now shrivelled
dandelion clocks

Before dinner, kids playing together till an argument happens and the second one bursts into tears. Sobbing and crying without any explanation nor any reason for minutes, sitting in the corner to calm down with no result, makes me more angry and nervous till I slap him in the face. Guiltiness and horror of myself follow. When will I be free from this ugly heirdom? Apologize to him in his bed before he falls asleep.

every day
hear his angry pace coming
blood war drumming

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