I am crazy, and by my broken ski boot, I am really sorry that I cannot corner you with it.
-------
Clouds almost touch the tips of the tall trees among the seafront avenue. The sea, a grey sheet at the end of the horizon joins the grey sky. How harmoniously do these images tie with the feel inside me! I lead the day mechanically since morning.
Nothing interests me and nothing attracts my glace. I read your message. Because it seemed so sweet to me. Because I feel the tenderness coming out from words written in a strange language. Because all of a sudden the screen comes to life and caresses my eyes. Because all these aim at making a particular point. The seafront avenue, an indolent piece of a great python, sprawls itself next to the sea. I pass it over and reach the airport. My heart b
