After nearly a year's absence on this blog, I feel the need to explain, to justify myself to you, faithful readers that I gave up without a word, without a glance ...
Why this silence?
What activity has been able to monopolize the point of neglecting this wonderful space of speech?
Well, it's pretty simple sum
end of August last, I'm suddenly and intensely developed a passion for the presentation of figures and letters, Laurent Romejko.
his truculence, his sophisticated humor, his hair implantation ...
Day and night, all my thoughts converged on this quiet man and delicious, my obsession gradually isolating myself from the rest of society.
Last September, I wanted to regain control and I bought a small farm property in the Tarn, and a few motorized vehicles adapted to the relief texture of this new environment.
For six months I tried to cure this consuming passion in pursuing a sustained physical activity. This farm, it must be said, was a real mess. Straw and tractor tires scattered everywhere. I
all - methodically - put in order, with and without a shirt, on dry ground and wet, in the enthusiasm and discouragement.
Once I finished, I realized that they could submit her body to many trials, exhausted to the point of losing her language skills and no longer able to write in SMS language, but that nothing of substance could not erase the traces of an exceptional being.
Even exhausted, my heart cries
LOREN, JE T'm
Today I got out of this hell. I leave behind me a strong immaculately tidy and a film-witness, shot by a filmmaker friend, who I also rebuilt my life (stroke of luck, his name Lawrence, too).
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