The smell of wet asphalt takes me back in time … When I was happy. When I was without cracks. When in the evening I was on the balcony relaxing looking at the stars. I’ve always loved that perfume. It tastes of peace. As if everything around the world slowed down. Like when it snows and you watch the flakes fall gently floating. Slowly. Pure peace, serenity. I miss her. I miss the serenity. “I discovered that it is enough for myself, that I can live alone. But I’m not sure it’s a good discovery, a test of wisdom. Loneliness is a luxury that should be enjoyed in small doses and short gulps. Woe to you if you indigestion, instead of being enriched, that is to say reassured, you find yourself impoverished and less wise. Man cannot live for too long alone, that is, drawing only on himself. Man needs others, that is, to think together with others, to act together with others. Dialogue and companionship are water for a soul parched by loneliness. In short, I’m talking about balance. A tree with too much water ends up rotting, but a tree without water ends up dying. “

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