Note to the Soul*

Doubt arrives; it sneaks from under the carpet - consistent and persistant as Winter.
It pokes me, enerves me, makes me shake in my roots and stop for a second of death
("can I do it? Maybe I can´t...").
Stay and watch me - I tell Doubt. As these words abandon my mouth, I can see doubt vanishing, mixed in the incense smoke that protects the room (my heart).
See you tomorrow, dear companion: see you TOMORROW.

Alain Laboile photo*