Author: Carine

tout un Univers se décline en couches de simplicité.   Le bruit des ailes des choucas dans le bleu du ciel au dessus de mon corps allongé contre Terre   Sinon, presque le Silence   Ce calme là lorsque l'on quitte le sentier, plus de chemin, l'air qui semble s'épaissir de l'absence de troubles, juste...

"The Other said: I am Other, who are you I said: I don't know you Other said: You know nothing about me." Do you care? Tree is the Other, the one standing in the heat dying from drought and slowly becoming skinnier and skinnier. I am lying flat on the...

MEREDITH LITTLE Death as the ultimate Rite of Passage (English version below) In May, we had the immense pleasure of welcoming Meredith Little to Switzerland for a week-long seminar on death as a rite of passage. It was also an opportunity for us to officially celebrate, thanks to the visit of...

Sea creatures from the depths of the oceans dance and gather The size of our souls Planet Earth Tonight the fires on the hilltops and the raging wind Hymn to life, hymn to all lives Short freedom dear, like the wind's fire...

[gallery columns="2" size="medium" link="none" ids="5531,5530"] I live up Flower Alley There's a timeless poetry in this place...

  Assuming an inconsistency, one of many - Manifesto for criminal activity. ...

Sometimes it's as if. There was War, we walk to the ocean lips of the earth. Walking like a prayer. Walking Waters. And then, like a shock, like a surprise, on the red earth of the ancients, the presence of this Being who breaks my open heart, an avalanche of respect...