Aujourd’hui je déborde de mots,
Jetant un regard sur cette photo,
Sur le doux passé, en Gavroche déguisé.
Par ma mère, un joli costume confectionné.

Ma maman la belle couturière
dont le parcours de vie austère
Fut empêché en instance
par d’insociales circonstances.

Je comprends aujourd’hui
L’objet de son doux mystère
Je comprends désormais
L’âme du costume libertaire

Confectionné par amour,
Je portais alors en ce jour,
Un trésor de liberté inachevée
Une envie de tout remporter

Courant de tous les côtés,
J’emportais en criant
Sans nullement le savoir,
Avec ma naïveté d’enfant
Une part de son histoire
Une ode à ses espoirs

Rêvassante de vie meilleure
Je comprends aujourd’hui
Face au social déterminisme ravageur
Je comprends ses envies
Et l’histoire de sa dignité
Ravissante d’humilité.

Pour cet héritage,
Merci maman.

A quiet corner devoted to reflection, gratitude, and the things that shape who I am — memories, words, intentions, and small symbols of growth 🌱📚 A place to slow down in a world that constantly rushes ⏳ A reminder that meaning is often built in silence, in small daily choices, not in grand gestures ✨

I’ve always resonated with Viktor Frankl’s idea that “between stimulus and response there is a space” — and in that space lies our freedom to choose who we become 🧠🌌 This is the space I try to return to every day. Not to withdraw from life, but to meet it with more clarity, patience, and intention 🌤️

It also reflects Marcus Aurelius’ thought that “the soul becomes dyed with the color of its thoughts.” What we repeatedly expose ourselves to shapes us, quietly but profoundly 🎨 So I keep close reminders of kindness, resilience, gratitude, and the people and moments that truly matter ❤️👣

Nothing mystical, nothing perfect — just a small anchor ⚓ A place to realign, to breathe deeply 🌬️ to reconnect with what is essential when life feels noisy or chaotic 🌊 Because inner work doesn’t announce itself… but it changes everything 🕊️✨

A little order in the chaos, a little light in the ordinary, a small space to remember who I am becoming 🌟

😅🌳🤭

J’ai chanté sous la pluie.
J’ai hurlé pour combattre l’ennuie.
La vie défile, forcé de la saluer,
La vie fébrile attend pour aimer.
J’lui ai donné un cœur de palmier.

J’ai changé le sens de la stratosphère.
J’ai retrouvé cent sentiments cachés en derrière.

Toi là-bas, en bas allongée dans tes draps !
Toi là-haut, en haut agrippée à ta foi !
M’as-tu vu dans la lumière ?
M’as-tu entendu avant-hier ?
J’voulais t’offrir des fleurs arrachées du cimetière.

J’voulais pas prétendre améliorer l’hier.
J’voulais seulement te crier en l’air
Que j’voulais te ramener dans notre univers.

Caminante no hay camino

Caminante, son tus huellas
el camino y nada más;

Caminante, no hay camino,
se hace camino al andar.

Al andar se hace el camino,
y al volver la vista atrás
se ve la senda que nunca
se ha de volver a pisar.

Caminante no hay camino
sino estelas en la mar.


Antonio Machado

🪨 Gibraltar: Where Europe Meets the Sea

Standing on Gibraltar, you feel like you’re at the edge of the world. The massive limestone rock rises dramatically from the Mediterranean, a sentinel between Europe and Africa. From its heights, the sea stretches endlessly in every direction, and the horizon feels both infinite and alive.

Walking among the winding paths, you can hear the chatter of the famous Barbary macaques, the only wild monkeys in Europe. The city below hums with life, but up here, it’s the wind, the sun, and the sheer scale of nature that dominate.

Gibraltar is a place of contrasts: rugged cliffs and soft light, history and wildlife, city and sky. Every step is a reminder that the world is vast, surprising, and full of beauty waiting to be discovered.

🛣️ From Marseille to Granada: Our Hitchhiking Adventure

Sometimes, the best journeys aren’t the ones you plan — they’re the ones that surprise you. We decided to hitchhike from Marseille to Granada, and what a ride it was!

From Marseille to Montpellier, then Barcelona, and all the way to Valencia, we hitched rides with amazing people, shared laughs, stories, and music, and felt the road beneath us in the most free way possible. Each car brought a new adventure, a new view, a new connection.

Once in Spain, we had to switch to the bus — hitchhiking is illegal there, and yes, we got fined 😂 — but even that became part of the story. By the time we reached Granada, the journey itself felt like the reward: full of spontaneity, surprise, and a little chaos.

Travel isn’t just about the destination. It’s about the people you meet, the stories you collect, and the memories that make you laugh for years to come.

🌄 This is Marseille

From afar, Marseille unfolds like a painting — rugged cliffs, rolling hills, and the deep blue of the Mediterranean stretching beyond. The calanques carve the coastline with their dramatic shapes, while the surrounding hills and forests frame the city in a natural embrace.

These photos capture the wild side of Marseille: a city not just of streets and rooftops, but of wind, rocks, sea, and light. Standing here, looking at the horizon, you can feel the unique energy of this place — where nature and the Mediterranean meet, bold and timeless.

This is Marseille: wild, alive, and unforgettable.

❄️ The Snowy Alps: A Winter Wonderland

There’s a silence in the Alps in winter that feels almost sacred. The mountains, blanketed in thick snow, rise like quiet guardians above frozen valleys. Every peak glows under the soft light of the sun, every slope glitters with untouched powder.

Walking through the snow, you feel the cold bite at your cheeks, the crisp air filling your lungs, and the world shrinking to the crunch of your footsteps and the whisper of the wind. Ski trails carve paths through the white landscape, but even off the beaten tracks, the mountains invite you to pause, breathe, and simply admire their icy majesty.

In the Alps, snow transforms everything: rocks become gentle mounds, trees bend gracefully under their heavy coats, and streams freeze into glassy ribbons. It’s a place where time slows, where every breath feels sharper, brighter, alive.

Winter in the Alps isn’t just a season. It’s a reminder of nature’s power, beauty, and the quiet joy of being small beneath something so immense.