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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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7 juillet 2009 2 07 /07 /juillet /2009 19:03
Today, a colder air outside than the previous days. On the way to the station, noticing spots and marks on the kerb, while spottish clouds gently stand in the sky above.

a dark spotted kerb
summer spot shaped clouds
where is the shadow?

Another no water day at work. People stressed and tensed, coffee break in the building in front of our concrete nest, a few bursts of anger in the corridors while everyone wonders what can explain so long a span of time to repair a water pipe. Remember indian days, when we used to boil water and check bottle caps, and the day back in my kitchen, shedding tears in front of the faucet.

drinkable water
coming on a simple tap
I had a dream

electric hot air
thunder and lightning born
from a single word

In the afternoon, another storm is raging outside just during our coffee time. When back to my office, see buckets of rain falling on an obsidian horizon, also some lightnings. The heat days are over.

Arriving at home, a bit late, just before the storm. Children nervous and tired, not the best mix at dinner. From last sunday on I am playing on the calm and low tone side. This storm I will not add on.

o stormy father
as heirdom give me the rain
or the gentle breeze

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