Wars are words before the first bomb.

This is the 3,000th article since the birth of this site, almost 13 years ago. Thank you to all those who read me, who tell me to be touched by these poems, who put themselves in turn, and with their talents, to enchant the world. It is for them, to you, that I continue to write.

Because life is high

Because life is high
I will take in my hands
the first hours of the day

Because life is high
I will stay noiseless
to listen to you speak

Because life is high
I will have a drink
to all our friends

Because life is high
and that she deserves better
that our desperation

I will dare to be happy
and I dare to pursue
in this path of snow
the trace of your smile

Every new morning.