Un long destin intime.

We plunge for the first time. Into a world that does not take our breath away,
but one where our breath has no place, we plunge.
It was a long time ago. It was yesterday. It doesn’t matter, because that first experience remains
unmistakbly with us, because we have never come back to the surface.
We have held our breath: for an evening, a year, a lifetime…
And then one day we surface.
The past drips from our fingers, our hair, our lips.
And a movement of air we have never felt before, the present, envelops us, welcomes us.
We are home. Shivering and warm at the same time. Home.

Et peu à peu la beauté s’encadre.