Our fragile happiness
Lawrence Fialaix
Editions Leo Sheer
Lawrence Fialaix
Editions Leo Sheer
My chronic Lawrence Fialaix wonderful book, published in the January issue of the BSC News magazine. U n poignant and moving on love lost, the destructive passion and grief ...
Happy reading!
"... the story of a grief which I do not know yet if it is quite possible, my story, the journal of my life without you. With my paradoxes, my blindness, my tears and furtive little joys, my sorrows and my hopes, my dark thoughts, and my drop this obsessive desire to start over. Again. But what? Something that we look like you and me. Something probably become impossible. "
more than any other, this book has its place between the pages of BSC News, just as it has its place in the hands of each of us I think.
Because his reading touched me deeply. Because I'm still upset. A stroke of heart as we've rarely, those who change your look the other, about yourself, about life. A stroke of heart as I did had not occurred since the masterpiece Claire Cros Aristes.
Unable to make a summary, it would in any case at the height of the structure. To critique? Even less. How to judge the feelings of someone who looks like us? Although not quite ... How we estimate a suffering that we might encounter as well. Even if it is not ours ...
I can only share with you my feelings and some excerpts certainly enough to make you want to lose yourself in the intoxicating lyricism from the pen of the author, you drown in the flow boiling emotions of the narrator. His soul is visible behind every word, his suffering we hit hard. It is the silence that is imposed on the end of reading. For as for that matter.
For behind this poetic and painfully realistic way behind that cover both simple and subtly evocative, it is a poignant and powerful narrative before us.
Testimony serious emotional, devoid of shame. Suffering gross, without frills, expressed with more of great sincerity. Probably because this is more a diary than a novel. A man who, after six years together, suddenly just lost the love of his life. A man crushed by sorrow, overwhelmed by regret, guilt, incomprehension, doubt.
"I need to review all of my dreams. I'm lost. "
is also the testimony of a father who knows that he must stand firm and continue to enjoy life. Costs. "Staying up is not that complicated, just that life learn it. Of course, it falters, sometimes we fall. But expected to know, you get up. Almost always. "
His story is that of a passionate and destructive love with a depressed man who, by a dramatic day of July, decided to end his days. It is this love forever lost that addresses the narrator through these lines. "Historically, you crushed what you like, you destroy the ones you love. I can not anymore. I happen to believe that I love you more. I'm telling you. I know now I was wrong. "
Writing became her refuge, her therapy. He blackened the pages of memories that return, regrets that haunt him, guilt for having been able to do nothing, the loneliness that is becoming increasingly burdensome, of furtive desires to end who sometimes cross , the fleeting moments of happiness and hope that it can hardly allow himself, looks and judgments intolerant of that love "unconventional" attitudes that hurt ... "I will remember this man in uniform in front of me talking to his colleague: "Filth Tapiola! "I did not even have the strength to react. I am under general anesthesia. "
Then the slow and delicate reconquest of happiness, the desire to love again, despite doubts ... " My happiness I sometimes indecent. It upsets me when he tries to catch me while I am. I'm not sure to qualify. Still less can I authorize it. "; because life ahead. Because I must ...
In a candid and spontaneous style, the author gives us a true testimony of love, punctuated by short sentences, quite brutal, and an anaphoric structure that gives a percussive style and moving the story. A cry from the heart that will give you goosebumps.
Melissa Hoffmann
Because his reading touched me deeply. Because I'm still upset. A stroke of heart as we've rarely, those who change your look the other, about yourself, about life. A stroke of heart as I did had not occurred since the masterpiece Claire Cros Aristes.
Unable to make a summary, it would in any case at the height of the structure. To critique? Even less. How to judge the feelings of someone who looks like us? Although not quite ... How we estimate a suffering that we might encounter as well. Even if it is not ours ...
I can only share with you my feelings and some excerpts certainly enough to make you want to lose yourself in the intoxicating lyricism from the pen of the author, you drown in the flow boiling emotions of the narrator. His soul is visible behind every word, his suffering we hit hard. It is the silence that is imposed on the end of reading. For as for that matter.
For behind this poetic and painfully realistic way behind that cover both simple and subtly evocative, it is a poignant and powerful narrative before us.
Testimony serious emotional, devoid of shame. Suffering gross, without frills, expressed with more of great sincerity. Probably because this is more a diary than a novel. A man who, after six years together, suddenly just lost the love of his life. A man crushed by sorrow, overwhelmed by regret, guilt, incomprehension, doubt.
"I need to review all of my dreams. I'm lost. "
is also the testimony of a father who knows that he must stand firm and continue to enjoy life. Costs. "Staying up is not that complicated, just that life learn it. Of course, it falters, sometimes we fall. But expected to know, you get up. Almost always. "
His story is that of a passionate and destructive love with a depressed man who, by a dramatic day of July, decided to end his days. It is this love forever lost that addresses the narrator through these lines. "Historically, you crushed what you like, you destroy the ones you love. I can not anymore. I happen to believe that I love you more. I'm telling you. I know now I was wrong. "
Writing became her refuge, her therapy. He blackened the pages of memories that return, regrets that haunt him, guilt for having been able to do nothing, the loneliness that is becoming increasingly burdensome, of furtive desires to end who sometimes cross , the fleeting moments of happiness and hope that it can hardly allow himself, looks and judgments intolerant of that love "unconventional" attitudes that hurt ... "I will remember this man in uniform in front of me talking to his colleague: "Filth Tapiola! "I did not even have the strength to react. I am under general anesthesia. "
Then the slow and delicate reconquest of happiness, the desire to love again, despite doubts ... " My happiness I sometimes indecent. It upsets me when he tries to catch me while I am. I'm not sure to qualify. Still less can I authorize it. "; because life ahead. Because I must ...
In a candid and spontaneous style, the author gives us a true testimony of love, punctuated by short sentences, quite brutal, and an anaphoric structure that gives a percussive style and moving the story. A cry from the heart that will give you goosebumps.
Melissa Hoffmann
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