We are in the XVIIIe century. In the France of Marivaux and Fragonard. At the end of a long sweet and cheerful conversation, Mme Geoffrin addresses the Abbé de Saint-Pierre: “You were lovely today. » And the abbot replies: “I’m just an instrument, and you played it well. » We are musical instruments waiting for … Read more
The God we believe in loves questions. He is not afraid of our revolts, our laughter, our stumbles, our freedom. He does not reproach us for the criticisms that we address to his earthly representatives. It must be said that his Son is the greatest troublemaker ever to come into the world. The slightest of … Read more
The village is called Biassa. It is nestled in the forest on the heights of La Spezia. We could describe the alleys, the stairs with irregular steps, the paths leading to the Cinque Terre (Italy). In the postcards, we evoke the hikes, the idleness, the freshness that we manage to maintain in the house. But … Read more
VSand what I’m looking for, said a man, it is the untraceable. » He opens the door of his library and shows you all the books he has written arranged on a shelf: “I searched badly, look at all that I found. » Then he tells the anecdote of Diderot writing in the dark and … Read more