I'm made of patchwork.

Colorful little pieces of each life that passes through mine and that I'm sewing in the soul.

Not always beautiful, not always happy, but they add me and make me who I am.

With each encounter, with each contact, I get bigger...

In each patchwork, a life, a lesson, a caress, a longing...

sometimes it hurts

It makes me more of a person, more human, more complete.

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And I think that's how life is made: pieces of other people that will become part of us too.

And the best thing is that we will never be ready, finished...

there will always be a new tab to add soul.

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For that, thank you to each one of you, who are part of my life and who allow me to enhance my story with the remains left in me. That I can also leave little pieces of myself along the way and that they can be part of your stories.

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And so, patchwork by patchwork, we could one day become an immense embroidery of “us”.