tribute to Khalil Gibran 
That long since I took over the ship returning from the distant to me. I traveled the road on the vast ocean, the same who had once led him to you, for me to return country where the course began my frail existence. Bow my destiny to regain the land that gave birth to me in the twilight of my self, so that it covers it when the time came. In the country of my birth, I lived a few more spring I had a few pleasures, I turned off some final wishes, then I'm dead.
That many rotations land that I gave your forefathers to their questions. The same painful questions that torment you now. They are painful for those who know as the ignorant. The first is like a musical wave that breaks on the wall that is the second. What did you want to know, people Orphalese? Or rather, what did you not know?
nave is a timber that I was leaving the Port of Orphalese. That plane iron I come back to ask me on the tarmac at the international airport. It is by its salty waters that I left quoted vain. It is by its polluted air that I go back now.
a few centuries, you attired many technological advances, countless innovations that are material to many luxuries that you rocking in the illusion of change in the lives of men. Verily I say unto you, nothing has changed for the son of man thrown to the anxieties and fears that germinate in the fertile soil of its anthropomorphic conceit.
So Al Mitra said
- Tell us about Love.
- Love is sharing and exchange, adventure and discovery. It is the relationship that grows each of you to stand in front of others to play live, that is to say, to teach and learn.
Love is a path shaded and winding, dotted with crossroads and the nave plant leaves are pierced by the bright sunlight. And you, arrogant and greedy, you clear the wonders to dazzle you. But you do where you blind! You removed the laces of the trail into a toll highway, to arrive as quickly as possible to the place you've designated, by programming each step on the map of your lives. But at the end of life, that there is never death! When you get there, you go back and contemplate what you have not lived, too eager to perform the idea that you had constructed of Love.
Love is a bird colorful, flighty, frivolous, whose song is a myth that has never heard. When the bird lands on your heart, you are free to listen. Among those who hear it, many will put the bird in a cage to keep it forever. It will then cease to sing despite the care provided to him because he is fond of freedom.
On the highway of your lives in the speed and frenzy, you cross, you go over, sometimes you encounter, but what about love ? For the beautiful bird beautiful multicolored hooting in the infernal din that you surround yourself, you can no longer perceive the extent of its harmony. So convinced of the procedure in your lust for love, and you indulge the impatience and disillusionment.
What is the mistake that prevents you from love? Is it not because you stand at the center of the love that you wear?
Love is universal. Each of you does not hold a tiny plot. Each of you is a little part of Love and it the sum of all of you who is Love, who is Love.
But your pride leads you to believe that you must build your love all around you like a huge defensive wall and arrogant for you to custody.
Child of the Ineffable, Love transcends us by its immensity. If you want to achieve, you will gain altitude, lift you beyond yourself and not try to align, to chain him in your lives. For in this case, it is not in love you bathe. In this case, you will not do you wallow in your self-esteem.
Heard on France Inter 
