I live alone with Mom… No I am a liar. A sentient being, who can stay one hour before a tree to watch the wind pass between are leaves. I'm a troublemaker, a moaner, not necessarily a good speaker but I like the exchange. I know that life will not leave me enough time to discover the people and things around me, then I agree, I smile or cry in front of an image, a word… I know I do not know much and c is not bad. My greatest pleasure is the colors. But I do not know the colors I guess. And everything, and everything.
Bonjour Franck, Quel beau travail! C'est vrai que ta galerie est très harmonieuse et emplie de beauté paisible.
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