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A life is filled with endless encounters.
Rencontre is too big a word to refer to all those we meet every day, at the bend of a street, at a café terrace or during a trip. An infinity of destinies was within our reach that we let disappear because it would have been absurd and vain to want to know them all and to know who they were, where they were going, what they were doing that day when we had them. barely glimpsed. However, if a life is made of fullness, of effective acts, of accomplished encounters, of successful projects, it is also made of voids, of acts not undertaken, of friendships (or of hatred) dead in childbirth, of projects without the slightest beginning of realization. Hollows count, without you noticing it, as much as full ones Stéphane Haslé 2015 - Extrait Visions |
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