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The plot and all acting persons are fictitious. Any resemblance to living or real persons would be purely coincidental
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Money, success, power - who doesn't dream of being on the sunny side of life, being able to fulfill all their wishes and belonging to the better society?
But this sunny side has its shadows, as Massimo Cereso's chronicle depressingly shows. His life paints the picture of a man who succumbs again and again to the seduction of money and success, often destroying what he has painstakingly built up beforehand.
But it also reflects the life dynamics of a man who has finally come to rest in French Provence.
Contents
4. Sabrina
5. Anushka
9. Luxury
10. The company
11. Descent
14. Claudia
15. Michèle
16. Psychic Terror
17. Michéles Story
21. The Hovering
24. No more life without Claudette
25. A new Life
27. The new family
28. Jealousy
31. Autumn
32. Christmas
33. Twenty-two years of love and partnership
We rarely think about what we have,
but always remember what we are missing
Arthur Schopenhauer (1788–1860)
Lubéron
Many people, including many artists and painters such as Paul Cézanne, Vincent van Gogh, Marc Chagall or Pablo Picasso, have left everything behind to stay forever in this paradise of light and intense colors - because once you get to know the beauty of Provence, it is difficult to part.
Region Vaucluse Lubéron Provence
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The state of suffering
Now I am alone again in my paradise, the windows of my study are wide open, the impressive view of this unique landscape that cannot be described with words gives me comfort and strength to accept my fate.
A hot summer day is coming to an end, the concert of song cicadas accompanied by croaking frogs is beginning, the moon has risen on the horizon of the Lubéron, illuminating under a starry sky the contrasting hills and plateau of the Vaucluse.
An eerie restlessness that accompanies my sleep that night makes me open my eyes. The light and the morning sun of Provence take me back to the past.