Que la terre lui soit légère...

Everything is consumed...
Here I am at the edge of the Earth, at the end of the life, at the extreme limit where we walk so close to the eternity, if eternity exist...

But henceforth wherever I am, I will always regret the country of the sun and the sand, and the one of the chestnut and heath growing on the Cevenne’s schist.

I loved the life...

I just loved... Simply!

I loved the ones who surrendered me, my close ones, the people I met.

I gave a lot, I received little. But that was great.

Someone said: «The end of the life is the beginning of survival»... If it were true, it would be wonderful because somehow I will be close and next to you.

I would like that my life end up like one of those African's fall, with a light sky, without too many decrepitude, regrets and resentments.

Some people speak about a "passage", if it exists, I will find it and like before, at the top of the dunes in Chirriet, I will be arrived...

Denise MILOVIDOFF - April 24th 2007

Que la Terre lui soit légère...