SIGNES

The city resumed its tedious uproar / The night spread like a longing for tears / I had just exhausted my last hopes / I will not see the wide carefree skies again

Kobbet Lahwa, La Marsa.

Who was I looking for, exactly? I did not know. My romantic life felt dull. I found myself, once again, inventing subjects, creating imaginary addressees.

Dear God, (...), (...) however this new life as a father, a messenger of sorts, has quite naturally become one of more

« Words don’t come easy to me / How can I find a way to make you see? / [...] This is just a simple song / That I’ve made for you on my own / There is no hidden meaning, you know » (F.R. David – Words)

I was ten years old when the attacks on the World Trade Center happened, and I remember that day quite well. At the same time as I was absorbing all the images imposed on me by television, I was discovering the new freedom of surfing online.

Sometimes in the evening, before I go to bed, I have a chat with Rachel. I try to make her understand what I'm going through, but it's not easy. She's very self-centred.