/ Pomorie, Bulgaria /

A single bird comes,

But did not sing.

/ Santoka, translated by Seiko Uyeda /

                                                                      / Puna de Atakama, Argentina /

Hope is a thing with feathers

That perches in the soul,

And sings the tune without the words,

And never stops at all,

And sweetest in the gale is heard ;

And sore must be the storm

That coul abash the little bird

That kept so many warm.

               Emily Dickenson from « Home is the thing with feathers »

                                                                /Karimabad, Pakistan/

Let yourself be silantly drawn

By the strange pull of what

You really love.

It will not lead you astray. – Jalal ad-Din ar-Rumi

                                                           / Rishikesh, India /

Entre la foi et l’incrédulité, un souffle.

Entre la certitude et le doute, un souffle.

Sois joyeux dans le souffle ou tu vie !

Car la vie elle-même est dans le souffle

Qui passe….                                             – Omar Khayyam

Only a breath divides falsehood and truth.

Only a breath divides belief from doubt.

Let us then make merry while we still draw breath,

for only a breath divides life from death. – Omar Khayyam