One day, It will be the last day of mine. I will close my eyes, one last time on a patchwork of images from my long run…not landscapes or monuments…a mosaïque of colours, people,  languages and music. I left so many behind….regrets?

There is no new place I want to go, just to return to those I have been happy with …for a while.


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