I remember a really weird moment of my life. For everyone that knows me well, they pretty much know how much I struggled with the relation I had since my childhood with my mother. We always have those reconciliations moments, & I now know that she loves me, and that I love her. But at some point, I was more fragile back then. I remember a time, when my mother and I went to a Tea saloon. At some point, when the conversation went really deep, we both broke in tears. From the corner of his eyes, a man who was drawing in a notebook was listening/feeding himself with our whole conversation since the beginning. This same man, when we were about to leave, hold my mom's shoulder and told us that he had a present for us. The man left his suitcases in the tea saloon, went to his car, and brought back a book. He gave it to me and my mom. He never explained why. 3 years later, the procrastinator that I am never had finished this book. The book was "Letters to a young poet" from Rainer Mario Rilke. Maybe I should have read it. She had the time to read it about thousand times, and she is where she is today. Again, sorry, it's rare that I have obsession with people. But this women fascinates me too much. I think she have something called strenght. And it scares me, because sometimes I faint. I promise, i will read it during Christmas time.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
Gab... did you know that in Sister Act II, Whoopi Goldberg, la Rockin' Nun elle-même, offre ce livre à une jeune Lauryn Hill qui vit sa crise existentielle d'ados en essayant de devenir chanteuse contre le gré de sa mère... Bref, Whoopi dit:
ReplyDeleteIt's the story of a young man who writes to an author, and asks,"I want to be a writer, how do I become I writer?" and the author replies, "If you wake up every morning and all you can think about is writing, then you are writer."
Best lines of the movie, I swear. Tonight, I am writing.