Etre sincère c'est être incompris de la vie, trop souvent trompé et bien peu aimé car ce monde ne vit que de péchés et de tromperies comme le temps vit de ses intempéries, comme le jour vit de sa nuit.
Good morning, it is a frosty morning here, the thought of winter drawing near's. The chill wind's whispering to the ear. I would rather just stay in bed...Sending warm hug's and a smile to share. Let the sunshine radiate within, weekend is here...
Autumn whispers... The days already carry the faint breath of winter, and only a few traces of autumn remain like tender memories in the golden light.
Soon we will change the month, and December is already at the door quiet, soft, and a little melancholic. A time when the world becomes quieter and the soul breathes a little deeper.
May this transition bring you warmth, a spark of light in your heart, and many gentle moments that preserve the magic of this special time.