Before reading this post humor you had, for some of you noticed that I had removed. Changes were necessary. What is done. Happy reading .
For more than three years since I have met through my blog of a person who loved what I wrote. I thought so sincere and my thoughts on this issue had not changed until the day he showed me otherwise.
Enthouisiate and encouraging, it inspired me to start writing a book, I offer up the foreword to me unless I asked. Surprising! I did not know what to think and say: What did he want in return? I confess that the question crossed my mind. To son for days, weeks and months I was convinced it was a purely altruistic act ... beautiful quality that is so lacking in our days. But the time apart many ideals and shows you in broad daylight is the person in his deepest nature.
Partitioning a written ...

Sonata for novice.
Sitting in front of my screen, the ideas come to me, I begin by making a map of each. Then my fingers glide endlessly on the keyboard, each letter words that give shape to life sentences. It's like a melody that soothes my ear, I played her. Run my fingers on my qwerty, the perfect piano juggling between my fingers and my imagination, piano crescendo out of my heart the first results of a chapter ... not unfinished melody.
From one end to another

Chapter broken

Tear
back? Only time will dira.Peu recognizing what I write here and elsewhere, never satisfied, 100% perfectionist, never satisfied, always wanting to put his bill, noting that what is negative, he proudly always wants to be right at the point of becoming unbearable. Not a "What is good writing! (What he said at the beginning). Where is he who spoke to me of my chapters? What happened to the one who showed compassion facing the illness of my husband? Pff ... Disappeared without leaving a forwarding address.
If vai it was me who told him "Goodbye", I expected him to read between the lines to understand that this was not a "Goodbye".
In the meantime I would like to dedicate this post mood because apart from my husband, with whom he conversed occasionally, I owe him for pushing me to write as well as reassured me and gave confidence to start and continue to put words on these virtual sheets which I hope for me and we will quickly become real.
Thanks Yves. If vai it was me who told him "Goodbye", I expected him to read between the lines to understand that this was not a "Goodbye".
In the meantime I would like to dedicate this post mood because apart from my husband, with whom he conversed occasionally, I owe him for pushing me to write as well as reassured me and gave confidence to start and continue to put words on these virtual sheets which I hope for me and we will quickly become real.
A big thank you to Jean-P, I love my husband, who despite his serious disease continues to support me in this great adventure.
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