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«Être authentique dans un monde qui punit la vérité est un acte de courage. Il n'y a rien de plus dangereux qu'une personne qui refuse de se taire, qui refuse de faire semblant, qui refuse de s'incliner devant ce qu'elle ne croit pas. Être vrai a un prix, mais il a aussi une récompense : la liberté. Et je préfère tout perdre plutôt que de me perdre moi-même.»
Sinéad O’Connor
Regarde la pièce jointe soften.mp3I had a dream, a vision so strange,
You were there, yet it felt so estranged.
When I saw you, I couldn’t decide,
Why this doubt stirring deep inside?
Why this confusion clouding my mind?
Why do you haunt me, you cruel and unkind?
I can’t let my emotions take control,
I refuse to relive what shattered my soul.
The insecurity, the contempt I endured,
Left scars in my heart, wounds never cured.
I was so broken, I learned to despise,
And buried you far, away from my eyes.
The years have passed, time swept away,
Your face is blurred, like a distant day.
Yet my soul remembers, it won’t let go,
Though I forgave you, you’ll never know.
Not for you, but to break my chain,
To reclaim my freedom, to ease my pain.
Time has softened me, made me whole,
Enough to wish you peace for your soul.
But why now do you come so near?
Why disrupt the quiet I hold dear?
I’m not the same as I once was before,
And you’ve likely changed, of that I’m sure.
Tell me, what is it that you seek?
You said I was nothing, left me weak.
You pledged your love to someone new,
So why do my dreams still lead me to you?
Am I losing myself, is this a sign?
Perhaps these thoughts aren’t even mine.
I fear to speak, to open my heart,
To stumble again, to be torn apart.
So tell me truly, with honesty,
Why does your shadow still linger in me?
Is it the past refusing to fade,
Or a bond unbroken, stubbornly stayed?
Regarde la pièce jointe Rain, downpour, and thunder’s cry,.mp3Rain, downpour, and thunder’s cry,
Springtime sun in the open sky.
Is life but a fleeting mystery,
A passage brief, like a stream to the sea?
Pleasure, desire, a gentle quest,
Abstinence, trials, a path to test.
Oh ship, still anchored near the shore,
When will you sail and seek once more?
Mist, clouds, and storms that rage,
A troubled past, a shadowed page.
Is it time to rewrite the tale,
And walk again a familiar trail?
Joy, laughter, and moments bright,
The present adorned with vibrant light.
How to live without fear or despair,
To embrace the now with tender care?
Uncertainty shrouds the days to come,
Yet hope shines forth, a rising sun.
To find my peace, my soul’s delight,
Oh Lord, content, in Your guiding light