Sometimes, the quietest moments happen in the busiest places.
A curious gaze, a city in motion and a child who reminds us to pause.
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The court was cold, the morning new. But they were already warmed by the rhythm of the game. Two players, two shadows. One rise, one reach. The moment between action and answer. Between hope and defense. In that space, caught by golden light and winter chill, a story was written without a single word.
There are presences you don’t question.
Not right away.
You watch.
You wait.
And hanging in the air: the eternal question neither one can answer...
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Il y a des présences qu’on ne questionne pas.
Pas tout de suite.
On regarde.
On attend.
Et en suspens : l’éternelle question à laquelle aucun des deux n’a la réponse…
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In the quiet shelter of the cave, a family of monkeys huddles close—united by instinct, strengthened by love. The mother’s arms cradle her young, while the father stands guard, calm but alert.
This hidden place offers more than safety. It is a world of stillness, where light touches fur like whispers, and every heartbeat echoes a promise of protection. In the shadows, their bond shines brightest.
Malgré les faiblesses, malgré les doutes,
il existe une vérité plus profonde.
Peu importe ce que l’on pense de soi :
inutile, effacé, invisible...
En chacun, il y a une vérité plus stable,
plus vaste que les sentiments du moment.
Une voix qui ne change pas, même quand tout vacille.
Certains ressentent plus fort.
Pas par choix.
Parce qu’ils entendent encore ce qui blesse.
Parce qu’ils ne savent pas détourner les yeux.
Parce que l’injustice leur est insupportable,
et qu’ils ne peuvent rester là sans agir ou dénoncer.
En chacun, une présence intérieure,
un regard qui ne flanche jamais,
même quand la confiance en soi se retire.
Chacun porte sa propre voix.
Et cette vérité,
ce sont nos valeurs inébranlables.
Ce n’est pas ce que l’on montre.
Ce n’est pas ce que l’on entend.
C’est ce que l’on est.
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Despite weaknesses, despite doubts,
there exists a deeper truth.
No matter what one thinks of oneself:
useless, erased, invisible...
In everyone, there is a more stable truth,
greater than the feelings of the moment.
A voice that does not change, even when everything shakes.
Some feel more deeply.
Not by choice.
Because they still hear what wounds.
Because they cannot look away.
Because injustice is unbearable to them,
and they cannot remain still without acting or speaking out.
In everyone, an inner presence,
a gaze that never falters,
even when self-trust fades.
Each carries their own voice.
And this truth,
these are our unshakable values.
It is not what we show.
It is not what we are told.
It is what we are.
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No signs of worship. No footsteps leading here.
And yet it stands, a crown of branches, carefully arranged,
as if the forest itself has memory and intention.
It’s not mine, but I feel its pull.
A structure with no builder, an altar with no offering,
built from the ruins of storms and time.
Maybe for gods we forgot,
or for something still watching....