(French below – français plus bas) She was hardworking in her own way. Perfectionnist, obsessive, scared of being useless, being nothing. Still, nobody remembers who she used to be now she’s returned to ashes. Nor even her name. Elle travaillait dur, à sa façon. Perfectionnist, obsessionnelle, effrayée à l’idée d’être inutile, de n’être rien. N’empêche, personne ne…
(French below – français plus bas) She used to isolate herself into silence, to switch off her brain and pretend to be alone. A whisper in her native language – a wall between her inner self and the rest of the world. They used to think that she was stupid – she was just…
(French below – Français plus bas) She used to play with lace and nearly dead things, she liked boys, some girls too, she liked vine and she used to laugh a lot, prisonner of some other’s arms. She was pretty, and young, and dependent, she couldn’t care about grown-ups serious matters. Goddess of all joys…
(French below – Français plus bas) I believe I won’t have enough time to get my portfolio ready in January for my application to the Glasgow School of Art (or the curse of being poor with big dreams), but I keep working on it anyway, as a challenge. The aim of a portfolio is to…
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