Life is hurt, pain, frustration, unsatisfied desires, hope, joy, happiness or loneliness.
Life is a gift, sometimes a poisonned present.
Some nights are satisfaction, others are remorses, some mornings are hopefull, others are petrified.
The fact is that each day is a new one, a new start. But it cannot be an empty book because sorrow is still here, even if we want to make it disappear.
We have to work this out, we have to believe in a better way, an happy end or just a sunny road. We have to hope. But hope is not enough.
We have to make things happen, we have to provoke upheaval, we have to imagine, believe and see that sometimes, it's not as impossible as we think it is.
We have to make our hopes come true.
Cause we don't know what will happen , we don't know if we'll be here the day after today, or if our family and friends will be there too.
Lie, back with old and new feelings.
Photographe: Clo [ old times ]