Editions Hope: 2 books

A strident cry tears the heavens. From Paris to Reykjavik, the Eagle tells me a little insignificant story to all appearances. My being is shaken. My words and my aches liberate themselves…  The silence whispers to me the secrets of a hidden universe. The veil of mystery rises up…  The...

A silent presence hold my hand. I feel this sweet pressure in my palm. I am petrified, marveled, submerged by this sweet heat which freezes little by little my inside. I let me leading towards this little boy with ash blond hair, only a name: Jacques... Encounter mystery of this Being who...