As long as I will be able to feel the saline air of the river or the odor of a good coffee the morning, to impregnate me raspberry odor which the sap of the trees gives off after the rain... my life will make sense!

As long as I will be able to taste with all these savours which make salivate my papillae of greediness or to react because too much sure or vinegar... my life will make sense!

As long as I will be able to listen to the music, the wind which whistles bringing the rustle of the sheets, the marvellous songs of birds which are challenged... to hear the perched squirrel top of its branch seeming dissatisfied to so know you close, of the locusts by one night hot and wet of summer... my life will make sense!

As long as I will be able to touch the hot and soft hand of a person whom I love and appreciate, to cherish the soft peeling of the cat, to feel on my hand the freshness of satin, the heat of velvet, the roughness of wool and the softness of the petals of a pink... My life will make sense!

As long as I will taste this life, it will keep its single direction: love!

To like the life and through this life! Ultimate treasure...:)

When this does not exist any more, then my life will not make any more any sense!

Simple existential reflexion:)