Tomorrow... is today. It is the morning, the day rises, and I ear the song of a bird . I cannot see it, but i know he is here.What happiness, which joy. Of my window, I saw the sky, the clouds, another day... I do not know, what this day will bring to me... But I am there... We are tomorrow... We are today... And I am still alive... Do not believe that a terrible evil has me... Or that an insidious disease seized the power in my body... Of that it is not question.Point of misfortune or affliction... But will know that, each day which passes, with its batch of annoyances, Of small pleasure, or troubles, of great joy or versed tears... That all that is well futile.Laugh for small thing, laugh for nothing... Raise, high, the eyes towards the sky, accept the reality... We think of being something, we believe ourselves so significant. Which claim, which arrogance! quite unfounded opinion. We make, on this ground, only one short passage, a sharp moment. If each day, each second, we thought has the promised end... Without fear, without worry, let us face this inescapable truth... Let us realize how much we are small, how much the life is short. Let us delight by one anything, a face, a smile, one moment. And, maybe, by this thought, we will grow in reality. Herve yesterday...or today (sorry for my poor english) Demain?est aujourd?hui. C?est le matin,le jour se l