If I knew to accomodate I do not deprive of nothing.

If I garnered good in me, it will sufficient remain traces about it to sow it, well after separation.

If I discover that to be left is not to lose itself.

If I can amplify what I receive to let it germinate during the time of the absence, I increased then the time of the reunion.

If I dare to put words on what I live, then I do not need to disqualify what does not come me from the other.

The time of a meeting is too invaluable to damage it in bitterness on what did not occur.

The time of a sharing is never useless when I can better hear what could not say.

Nostalgia, it is when I can regret not having known to propose all my possible to you.