The ball at the bottom of the groove is still there. But in recent days, I see gleams, breakthroughs in the mist of all this suffering. I will not wish you a Merry Christmas New Year because I have not the strength but I will make you a gift, that of this photo, taken there a few weeks, when my eye knew even watch nature.
Haute Cime. She comes off, it's always there behind the clouds behind the despair of my trials. How many times have I celebrated by the mountain. I do it again at the end of 2009. I am a mountain, I can plow the heart, make me fall, let me drown, I ascended the hill with my strings, my rope, my strength, my tears but knowing that the mountains tests are like, shaped to climb, to go higher, to fly to fly to reach paradise. My father is mountaineer. I am the daughter of my father and even less if I went up to him, I still like him in my heart the light which enlightens our eyes when we are contemplating the harsh rocks and white in this country.
Those who read this and who know me in real life know what it all means. I will not give up because I'm stronger than that. And even if I go on failing, I'll stay in one form or another, true to my principles, my my hopes and dreams.
I was told so many things these days, so many bad things and so many nice things too. I still can not sort it all. All I know is that I'm still alive. And that those responsible for all this sadness can continue to stand tall, me, the top of the Haute Cime, I dominate my eyes and goes well beyond anything they wanted me to undergo.
I leave you, I love you.
Haute Cime. She comes off, it's always there behind the clouds behind the despair of my trials. How many times have I celebrated by the mountain. I do it again at the end of 2009. I am a mountain, I can plow the heart, make me fall, let me drown, I ascended the hill with my strings, my rope, my strength, my tears but knowing that the mountains tests are like, shaped to climb, to go higher, to fly to fly to reach paradise. My father is mountaineer. I am the daughter of my father and even less if I went up to him, I still like him in my heart the light which enlightens our eyes when we are contemplating the harsh rocks and white in this country.
Those who read this and who know me in real life know what it all means. I will not give up because I'm stronger than that. And even if I go on failing, I'll stay in one form or another, true to my principles, my my hopes and dreams.
I was told so many things these days, so many bad things and so many nice things too. I still can not sort it all. All I know is that I'm still alive. And that those responsible for all this sadness can continue to stand tall, me, the top of the Haute Cime, I dominate my eyes and goes well beyond anything they wanted me to undergo.
I leave you, I love you.
© Delphinium December 2009
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