Who does not associate autumn with a pond bordered by trees yellowed by the season.
Ducks, herons, moorhens, they also like fish.
A fish is a living being, it can think, reflect, love, rebel, be afraid. Nothing forbids it. After death, what can exist? Are we just a cell that dies when life goes away.
Does God Exist? It would be the source of all lives if we believe the sacred texts.
Animals are also from the divine will. It's always the same, we have to believe it. If you're an atheist, you'll think I'm nuts.
Today, can we eat fish caught in a river.
Fresh water is polluted and love sucks.
In my short story, you won't find any reference to an ass.
I went to mass every Sunday, I believed in God, and in baby Jesus. When I got home, I often ate polenta and gorgonzola.
Time is always running out. At that time, I was still innocent, I did not know that people had a lot of money, and did not want to give it to those who lacked everything.
I would go fishing and sipping a couple of beers. Cook the fish from the river on a wood fire and believe that tomorrow everything will be fine.
Happiness is almost nothing, it's a smile, a kiss, a hug or a glass of water during a heat wave.
Angling is part of a collection of short stories, the common feature between the different texts is that I wrote them on a piece of sidewalk.
One Saturday evening, I went on a sidewalk writing stories that I had in mind. I had become the attraction. To write would therefore be to play the clown, I am undoubtedly part of a caravan of acrobats.
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