“September: it was the most beautiful word, I’ve always felt inside me, because it sounded blooming orange trees, swallows and regret” writes the American story teller Alexander Theroux in his book Darconville’s Cat. September, is a double month. Between summer…
What I like about happiness is its power to be replicable. Even if it would appear impossible, illogical and irrational, our memory has the power to renew the eco of an happy moment. That’s the reason why I see me…