At last !

Hey everyone ! I'm in the train, and I only got a pen, so it's gonna be ugly.

I'm here to celebrate the return of winter ! Yes, the cold outside, the smoke when you breathe, the big coats...

Scarves, bonnets, gloves, pink cheeks, wood fire smell, frost on cars, vibrating heaters... And all the sounds of the city that sound differently.

And yet, even with only that, I'd be satisfied... You must add to this wonderful scenery the unstopping tide of these little magical instants that overwhelm me, when I can feel coming to my mind those billions of reminiscences, those memories I didn't live, those universes in universes, infinite and instantaneous.

I love those moments that come back from time to time. This one started last week, during my journey to Italy (details will come), when, immersed in the almost summer athmosphere of places, alleys, balconies, scooters, café terraces and flowers everywhere, I could revive in thought all the details of a previous life that I don't know if I lived it. Books, movies, pure imagination ?

And it was confirmed today when I reread an album of Gaston Lagaffe. I'll never have finished to praise Franquin, this genius who, with each stroke, each picture, each detail, immerse me in a new wave of memories, feelings, instants of life from a different universe.

Then comes winter, who insinuate in me like a sweet drug that would make happy even people that are happy already. Then come all the other elements of this disordered pile that collapses when you pick something from the base. All Harry Potter comes back, all Placebo, all the weird instants of the two last years, all the novels I didn't write, all the girls I didn't know, all the small islands of light - shops, houses, cars, quirky boutiques full of treasures - lost in a big asleep city...

And I may do it again each time, restlessly, I think my burden is to never be able to describe correctly this marvelous feeling that transports me far from the real world, without making me leave it for a second.

So I try again, I explain again - as much for myself than for whoever wants to listen - praying all the gods of the world so it never stops.

I leave you here...

and find myself alone to abandon myself to my fabulous reveries...