There are mysteries, secret zones in each individual.
I have no problem being with people of different nationalities.
In believing too much in rationality, our contemporaries have lost something.
Do people really want liberty, equality, fraternity? Is it not some manner of speaking?
Of course I'd like to get beyond the concrete. But it's really difficult. Very difficult.
In real life, there are names that surprise us because they don't seem to suit the person at all.
We're always looking at this love through the eyes of the person who is suffering because of this love.
Maybe it is worth investigating the unknown, if only because the very feeling of not knowing is a painful one.
For me optimism is two lovers walking into the sunset arm in arm. Or maybe into the sunrise - whatever appeals to you.
Someone knocks at the door of an apartment to borrow salt or sugar, people run into each other in the elevator, and in this way become inscribed in the spectator's memory.