04.12.2010 | Jamais trop loin des vagues...

The whole walk,

the weight on my back, the cuts on my hands, the sours on my feet, all the troubles, any discoveries, every single smiles, any new country, each new person, the whole effort of moving constently, of telling your story, again and again, the whole loneliness, every tears, every joys, every fights...

the whole journey, every single step of it, will be for this day.

The day I'll walk to your door, and run into your arms.

The day I'll seat and sudenly realize what I've done, sudenly realize that it is done.

When Ill cry my ass out of emotion...and relief.

And you'll be there to talk to me, or to be silent.

But you'll be there and I'll be back.

I miss you all.

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