Red
Is it the joy that invades us or the expression of our feelings that drives us. An intimate game to move forward, laugh or be moved. We are carried by this spark which suddenly lifts mountains and makes every little thing like a diamond. A relationship with ourselves that can get out of bed and restore courage. A hidden help that is there, to draw on to get up and walk. Bring friendship and feelings. Just smile and take the hours as they come. Open your eyes and see what is offered to us.
A grain of madness that amazes me that I aimed in red, all in strength and passion.
Christian Deroche
