If there were to be only one word to define myself, it would probably be " perseverance " : a raw quality, silent, forged at thewear and tear of days and to the friction of reality.

But if we had to remember theglow the fairest would be another one facet, less spectacular but infinitely precious : there reliability. To be there, keep your word, cross without flex what others run away from or abandon. It is a quiet strength, without noise neither glow, a inner compass when everything wobbles.

There reliability has nothing to do with spectacularShe doesn't look big. noise, does not seek nor light neither applause. And yet, she became rare — almost one forgotten virtue in the tumult of our hurried time, volatile, saturated with pretenses.

Perhaps this is, deep down, what I offer in my writings : this discreet constancy, this loyalty to what I think, what I feel, what I decide to share demon fertile imagination. A stable presence in a world Who moves constantly and too quickly.