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LE TEMPS N'EXISTE PAS, MAIS NOS CHAUSSURES, SI 2
Patricia loves to love
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A week of spring already in our stride. Time flies, my dear sisters, and that’s why we must savor every second that passes, turning it into something special. There aren’t many ways to do so. The most reasonable one? Slipping into a pair of Patricia Blanchet shoes.
Because every element, every elementary particle that makes up our shoes is designed to magnify you. We want you to be ever more beautiful, ever stronger, ever fiercer. For that – just like for the head of state – there’s always a magic potion to rely on. But we all know that, in the long run, it’s not the best way to keep our neurons in top shape.
There’s no point in beating around the bush, because as Einstein said: time doesn’t exist. And that’s a fact. So, which came first, the chicken or the egg? What about parents and children? Because as I speak to you, I’m doing my best to raise my teenager. And it’s not always easy—between their requests to go out, pocket money demands, their tone when they talk to me, their ability to lie… it’s a full-time job.
And I wonder—if time doesn’t exist, what’s the point of raising them? Why stress myself out, unless it’s to write a great page of history? Especially if time doesn’t exist. Who is the mother? Who is the teenager? Am I the one educating them, or are they the one teaching me, day after day, to dig deep within myself?
