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The letter…

  It had been weeks since the two men had left the village. She sat in a corner of the room and brushed her fingers on the still unopened letter. She wished she could have shared this moment with her mother, wether the news locked in the fragile envelope were good or bad. Unfortunately, someone…… Continue reading The letter…

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To the very top…

  ”Dreams are illustrations… from the book your soul is writing about you.” Marsha Norman   Just two weeks ago, I was discovering the breathtaking majesty of the Grampians with Miriam and her awesome husband. One of the adventures they had planned for us was to hike our way up to a summit called ”The Pinnacle”.…… Continue reading To the very top…

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Remembering…

Québec’s motto is ”Je me souviens” (I remember), and it probably has nothing to do with the short sentence written on our license plates, but I strongly believe that the best way to avoid repeating Man’s worst mistake is to remember where we went the wrong way, in the past. Most people would probably agree…… Continue reading Remembering…

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Unwritten…

    They say history gets written by the winners… Well, looking back, I still have this unsteady flame of hope burning, and I silently pray to see that white flag, flying like a dove. This war, between us, was a mistake from day one. You didn’t win this, nor did I. So who’ll write…… Continue reading Unwritten…

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Dreamer…

Am I a dreamer? Yes… I dream for those, All of those Who can’t, anymore. I dream that kindness, Love and hope Can defeat the ugliness Of our fragile world. Unlikely, but What if we united, Like a borderless nation? Unlikely, But what if? I’ll keep dreaming… For you, and For me.

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Back home…

  When he spotted the red door, his heart skipped a beat. He had been invited, but nonetheless, he hesitated on knocking on the crimson wood. He wasn’t softhearted in general, but obviously, she had found his weak spot because he felt febrile, imagining that she was on the other side of the wall. They…… Continue reading Back home…