...because every day is more than a day.......

with the famous B.S.M....
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My own S...
Bisou

Days are always days... sad or happy....lively or boring....rainny or sunny....lovable or hatable...full of sin or full of virtu....spent with friends or spent with foes.....success or failure....in Tunis... Paris or even in Kigali....DAYS ARE ALWAYS DAYS.....they begin....they witness....they memorize.....and they end.....giving us the privilege of living them....keeping us busy wondering about a way to document them........talking about them...remembering them.....missing them.....
Days remain the same....life becomes insane....................
Je vous aime.....

BISOU BISOU.
Coco.