Showing posts with label en creux. Show all posts
Showing posts with label en creux. Show all posts

Monday, July 19, 2010

Instants







Qui mieux qu'Ane Brun accompagne les vagues?

Tuesday, July 6, 2010

Away from here


Dear all,
Just a quick note to let you know that I will not be around for a while.
My family needs me and we have to face some very difficult issues.
Take care,
Elisabelle

Tuesday, June 8, 2010

Tuesday, June 1, 2010

Tuesday, May 25, 2010

At night




Is there a song you are listening to when you are feeling down? Here is mine.

Wednesday, April 21, 2010

Une diva





I went to see a play yesterday night.
I was there long before, sad because David did not make it to Saint Michel. I had an annoying phone call from a friend who told me that things were only going to get worse.... Not exactly what I needed to hear....
I drank a glass of wine in a café and went for a walk along the banks.... I took a few shots.
Then, it was time for the play.... Amazing, so moving. I could not find the words at the end of the performance.
Bravo and thank you Marie!!!! I hope you guys are going to win the Molière Award on Sunday!
I went back to welcome home Sweet Peanut for her last night in Paris. We sat on the sofa and chatted for a little while. I am so happy for her but I miss her already.

Bitter sweet night....

Thursday, February 25, 2010


Thank you to each and everyone of you for your words and your thoughts.
I haven't been really around our blog world but received all your messages and your support is truly moving.
A glass of wine at the end of the day helps too!

Monday, February 22, 2010

His birthday

David turned 38 yesterday.
And his body gave up on him again...
Despite his eyes loosing control and focus, despite his fleeing memory, despite the week that we are probably going to spend in the hospital, the after effects, the aggressive treatment that we might start, despite the tears we shed, I put red on my lips, called a cab and we joined his surprise birthday party planned for weeks.
And that was just the best time for him, for us, to be surrounded by the love of our friends and family.




Monday, November 2, 2009

Rainy day

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It is raining today.
We got away from the storm this week-end at the dead sea, have been blessed with a sunny day on yom richon (Sunday is the first day of the week in Israel)... but today....
Nonetheless, the light is amazing!

David m'a dit au réveil: "les cieux sont shakespeariens"...
Plus que 2 jours elsewhere, et probablement 2 jours de pluie. Suis sortie pendant une courte éclaircie mais l'orage, le tonnerre et les trombes d'eau nous retiennent maintenant prisonniers dans le château.
J'ai froid. Mon corps se prépare au retour à Paris.

Wednesday, September 16, 2009

Today

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I want to send these flowers to two friends I love very dearly: Marie Bee and Marie Dee.

Tuesday, August 4, 2009

Retour




Je sais qu'on repart demain ... Mais c'est dur de mettre fin à cette escapade verte.
C'est à peine le début et c'est déjà une fin.

Thursday, July 23, 2009

Morosité

J'ai l'impression de me laisser si vite abattre parfois.
Je me demande comment font ceux sur qui tout semble glisser.

Thursday, July 2, 2009

Ras Le Bol....


... de toutes les batailles qu'on doit mener et de tout ce qu'on doit abandonner...
Ras le bol de l'intégrité non respectée, de l'incompétence à peine dissimulée, de la fausse compétence affichée...

Tuesday, June 9, 2009

No hope


Ce bout de fleur ne suffira pas....

Wednesday, May 20, 2009

Tuesday, May 19, 2009

Friday, May 15, 2009

Triste, triste ce matin...

de cette tristesse sans fin....

Saturday, March 21, 2009

I made it through another day

Il y a des heures difficiles, des heures où toutes mes forces m’abandonnent. Dans ces moments, je voudrais n’être encore qu’une enfant qui trouvera le réconfort dans la chaleur et le bercement de sa mère.
Je sais que je ne vais pas me réveiller. Je sais que la douleur va seulement grandir.
Je vais l’oublier parfois. Je vais même rire souvent…. Mais elle ne me quittera pas.
Au fond de ma gorge, au creux de mon ventre, l’angoisse est là.

Saturday, November 22, 2008