Hello God!

Thank You for the bridges on my way!

I invite you to cross the Valentré Bridge, the symbol of Cahors, France, with me and I will tell you a legend how the architect tricked the devil.

Upon the Lot, a bridge took form,

Stone by stone through sun and storm.

Yet time moved slow, the task was great,

The architect grew tired of fate.

With weary hands, he called the night,

And summoned shadows, void of light.

A pact was made, a soul was priced,

The devil swore to heed advice.

Swiftly then, the towers rose,

The arches stood in firm repose.

But nearing end, the man grew wise,

And sought to break his darkened ties.

A simple task, a trick so small—

“Fetch me water, that is all.”

Yet in his hands, a sieve was placed,

Through which the drops would slip in haste.

The devil cursed, his wrath untamed,

For now, his claim could not be gained.

He swore revenge, his fury dire,

And sent an imp with dark desire…

We all have an imp inside. It frightens but it lies. Do not afraid, it is nothing.

Watch and enjoy the music about victory over the… nothing! You are strong and beautiful.