“So the little prince tamed the fox. And when the hour of his departure drew near– Ah,“ said the fox, "I shall cry.” It is your own fault,“ said the little prince. "I never wished you any sort of harm; but you wanted me to tame you …” Yes, that is so,“ said the fox. But now you are going to cry!” said the little prince. Yes, that is so,“ said the fox. Then it has done you no good at all!” It has done me good,“ said the fox, "because of the color of the wheat fields.” ( Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, The Little Prince )
Em a les tempes grisonnantes... Ils grandissent si vite.
Avec un peu de chance, EM est élu, avec un peu de chance, le stress de la fonction le fait grisonner, avec un peu de chance, il assume ses cheveux blancs, et avec un peu de chance, il passe sans transition de la catégorie enfant à la catégorie daddy.
Alive, and one. We are one, and while we
love, death will never touch us. […]He grasped my hips, large hands warm on my
skin, and pulled me toward him, and the shudder that went through me
went through him, as though we shared one flesh.
I woke in the night, still in his arms, and knew he was not asleep.“Go back to sleep, mo duinne.” His voice was soft, low and soothing, but with a catch that made me reach up to feel the wetness on his cheeks.“What is it, love?” I whispered. “Jamie, I do love you.”
“I know it,” he said quietly. “I do know it,
my own. Let me tell ye in your sleep how much I love you. For there’s
no so much I can be saying to ye while ye wake, but the same poor words,
again and again. While ye sleep in my arms, I can say things to ye that
would be daft and silly waking, and your dreams will know the truth of
them. Go back to sleep, mo duinne.” I turned my head, enough that my lips
brushed the base of his throat, where his pulse beat slow beneath the
small three-cornered scar. Then I laid my head upon his chest and gave
my dreams up to his keeping. - Ch.45
Damn all Randalls, Dragonfly in Amber