Freedom

Everyone's personal freedom understands how he wants it. We all behave according to our nature, and why not, according to "the influence of friends". If there is any reason, however small, to smash an ironic, all-knowing smile, we give up the voice of the heart. Anything but to laugh at us. But independence is manifested in several forms. We have freedoms we have never thought of. Maybe only when our soul hurt. We can come and go when we're in the mood. We can afford to have no one, to lie in loneliness and sadness. We can lament at will or we can make fun of ourselves. We have the freedom to walk alone in the evening on the seashore or to listen, alone, the rain that laments at the window. Let's come home and find the darkness.

Let's sleep in a cold bed and too big. And we find that we are endowed with a fantastic "talent": to gather all the bitterness of the world. Only we have the right to caresses and whispers of love ... We can leave to the waves. The instinct of conservation is in each of us. When you feel drowned, you desperately try to save yourself. You gather all your will and all power. Then you realize you have the freedom to choose. And you will always choose life.