Lou's Diary
A little prince, not quite like the others
  Hello, I am a little boy who only sees right with his heart...
Which doesn't make my parent's daily life any easier. So I'm blind and different (mentally speaking).




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Welcome to Lou's blog

This blog was born in french during autumn 2003 and is now progressively being translated in your language.

New articles will therefore appear on a regular basis.


... my apologies to the people who hadn't understood this yet, all articles on this website are created and written by myself (his dad).

Lou is currently unable to do it,, just like he is to this day unable to grasp the concept of a "computer", "internet", or to focus for a long period of time on a conversation. Only time will tell us if we manage to integrate him completely in the world in which he lives.

Therefore all stories, despite relating actual facts, are obviously biased by my interpretation of his behavior. But having known him for over five years, I don't think I'm getting it wrong.

Want to know more ? Check out the "read me" page.

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Thank you to the "Roi Baudoin" foundation ( "Parcours hors pistes" ). The new design, hosting and translations were partially made possible by their financial support.
Many thanks to Marco Pappalardo et Laetitia Bouet for the translation.


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monday 10 january 2005

37. Chronicles of the passing time

"A mesure que le temps passe, je mesure le temps qui passe (...) On s'embrassera dans le cou. Il y aura tout autour de nous." (Benjamin Biolay - les cerfs volants)
(everybody is free to understand this the way they want)

Tales of a saturday morning unlike the others... Although.
Mommy and daddy came home quite late (concert then restaurant with friends). But at 7:30am the rythm of the week takes over sleep. I babble and get restless in my bed. Eva comes to take care of me so mommy and daddy can sleep a little ... I'm lovely with my little sister, but at 8:15 ... I'm hungry. So my sister goes upstairs to get my mom (saturday is daddy's resting day). She gets up and joins me ... But I want my daddy. I don't know that yet, but at that very moment, my daddy hears me requesting him and thinks to himself he won't be able to sleep anymore. He thinks about Biolay's song. How about a family breakfast ? Croissants, fresh orange juice, coffee and hot chocolate for the girls. (this doesn't happen to us too often... seeing as how our schedules are so different during the week, and then since I always need to be taken care of when I'm eating, it's not easy being "together").
So daddy gets up (he's going to take a nap this afternoon ... because this evening, they are going over some friends', the fools !).
When I hear daddy's footsteps in the stairway, I exult

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