You love the first person with who you want to share a song, a painting, a thought, a book.

You have to become a champion in getting quickly out of negative situations, because life will not spare you of them.

The arteries of the city gradually begin to be crossed by cars with drivers who are searching for something, half asleep. Their automatic gestures reveal the monotony in which they bath like in a warm muddy puddle, like a drop of water in the fractured asphalt, sometimes dreaming of being a drop of ocean.

When you are with somebody who hides being seen with you, you are worse than alone. Even you are not with you.

Every man tells two stories: one to themselves, and one to the others. Most of the time, these two stories do not bare resemblance to one another. Most of the time, we wake up and wish we were in another story.