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Clémentine

My name is Clémentine, however everybody calls me Clém. I have the chance to do a Bachelor in Journalism and Communication in Cape Town, which since 2014 has changed my life into a poem. Read more →

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And despite everything, it's the first day of spring 🌷
An old selfie 🌻 and a little reflective piece of text on the current situation: "A part of what generates the world seems to have stopped this morning. An unstoppable whirlwind got caught into the realm of something bigger. A heftier warning. A poison has been stopped by another one, more visible to the eyes of the strongest. Somehow, the pause button was pressed to intercept this madness. Gently and awkwardly, time slowed down to leave us breathless. Hindered by this uncanny energy, I feel compelled to stay a little longer in bed. Tucked in my cotton sheets, a continual pressing weight on my chest has vanished. The urge to follow a hurtling wheel has left my body full of emptiness. I listen. It sounds like the birds are singing a bit louder or maybe their colourful breath resonates higher in the deserted skies. What should we do with this sheet full of whiteness? Thoughts are roaring inside, why are we, so urgerly, trying to control passed realities? It is paradoxical how time has purposefully stopped for us to observe that nature dies and start again so easily. Alone in our rooms, couldn’t we soak a little of that alchemy: the air caressing our skins, the sun biting our lips, the greenness blooming inside of our body".
Le bonheur, c'est l'éveil 💫
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