Life is a journey.
If I describe my days,
If I fill up pages with itâŠ
of no return.
Itâs because I know
life is a journey
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Life is a journey.
If I describe my days,
If I fill up pages with itâŠ
of no return.
Itâs because I know
The street? Empty. Yet, as the show begins, it seems as though our voices are like a campfire in the night. People automatically stop, draw closer to warm their hands, their souls, their hearts (âŠ)
Friday, half past eight, Plaza de la Catedral. It is drizzling. The square is deserted; now and then, the footsteps of a passer-by echo in the night, then disappear like a mirage. Little by little, some shadows glide across the cobblestones, and beneath the remains of the Roman wall (âŠ)
Patients, sisters and volunteers live together day by day, then and I believe that the word that best describes this historic institution is joie de vivre. Even though the work is hard (âŠ)