Quand j’étais petite, sur le dos de mon père, je regardais des oiseaux voler dans le ciel bleu. Je rêvais de voler comme eux quand je serais grande. Ce rêve …
( summary ) I am glad to begin my blog again. Addition to it I also present, as archive, the cultural activities of association ARCK. It is in the process …
This essay is about my friend Denise and her friend Mr. Treuill & his botanical garden. Denise is a special friend of mine. The last time I met her was …