I took time to send you this message.
Because I wanted to feel, feel the emotion that was integrated in me since our conversation.
I do not yet know the flavor, this liqueur which propagate in me, I do not drink enough to contain this creamy flavor that spreads by me.
I feel that I won this spiral. It is like a breath of wind, new life had engulfed me. Such a mill that operates with its stream of water, and wind that rotates its wings in the breeze sandstone which is bound in the landscape.
It would be almost the Moulin Rouge, to the point that I am ashamed of all his emotions experienced.
It is at once a silence and inner peace-burning passion for life.
is a real joy to feel again the golden thread of his life.
It's so nice to prove it changes, so intimate and so human.
I'm so shy, yet so introverted, I let myself be carried away by this magnificent wave of words.
It's as if my memory or my conscience rather asked me to reveal written by my feelings, my thrills, my eyes.
How self-consciousness evolves through the eyes of another.
How did it find and retrieve an image through a wealth of information about my inner being, that even I dare not reveal.
And yet we must see things differently, and recognize that it can see the other with its affects, its defects, its donations.
It is not yet an icon, a young woman who listens to you and tells you to yourself on the side of life that smiles at you, he who angers you, that which is hidden, that which can not be seen, our values, what we have not yet emerged from ourselves our consciousness.
All this she tells you, makes you understand, without saying a word and yet your mind assimilates as if by magic, she talks to you. But ....
She communicates with her whole being, with and without words, without looking.
Yet with such clear foresight that one feels deeply penetrated by a deep and mysterious look.
It a host of emotions and ideas that intertwine and intersect in such a machine, or is found right in the reversal necessary for changing the codes, codes of our perception and understanding of the world.
is truly a revolution, a storm, a hurricane in our field of consciousness.
But on what island are we going back to set up camp?
What will the people and things that still remain attached to ourselves.
I see the loneliness of living with the present time for us to join his rhythm.
I see the couple unites to build time into the future.
I see children so we get the more than perfect.
But what is this book written with so much that I I combines so well with us.
page after page and read the lines bind to the delight of writing it, live it, read it and reread it from generation to generation until the dawn of time.
But after this book, What remains of us, you tell me an example of a life time which is divided on the beach sun, so many traveled time for a dusk to dawn. Your company always your best value is shown as a star shining brightly.
The landscape is only present to mark the time because your soul is the only benchmark that captures my attention and remains deep in my soul.
A big thank you Kris.
Patrick
Architect, Paris (17th)
