The Illusory Essence of Our Lives.

You know, there are so many small details to surprise us.
While we continue to flee from beauty; in the labyrinth of our fragile lives.
And we chase after everything that amazes us.
After all these illusions that burn our wings.


I have already seen so many suns fade away.
On the horizon of time, which makes us all, truly mortal.
Poor gullible fool, who thought we were eternal.
This illusory essence of everything we love one day and which, sooner or later, will take a turn.


In these exciting, mysterious and unknown places, where our loves go to lose themselves.
These places where you and I have broken the laws of our rhythmic hearts.
Where I felt my reason racing, carried away by a burst of passion.
As we always went further, in search of the sensational.


I can still see our smiles that, day and night, illuminated the sky.
Do you believe that all of this was real?
Because all things leave and then return.

In this timeless recommencement.

Where our illusions intertwine.
And yesterday, today and tomorrow call out to each other…


Obviously, this sensation of living intensely; that we find from the moment we escape, we travel, we discover the world; calls me daily. Returning from Haiti, I had a special feeling.
I told myself that having left this place had created in me the illusion of never really having been there. Because yes, I really had the ambition to help these people and for that, I might have needed to still be there at the time I’m writing to you. Then I realize that these memories from elsewhere take on their full meaning in my daily life as a dreamer.
It’s at home that I now escape. In these familiar places, at the origins of who I am!
I marvel at the ordinary. Because this imaginary world that we all create, for me resembles these mountains full of mysteries, these precious moments of happiness with family, the immense beauty of the ephemeral.
The eternal recommencement, it’s intoxicating, it’s captivating! The illusions of our present repeat themselves tirelessly, because behind all things hides an unknown that deceives us. Where magic comes to life and reality fades.


I remember that exceptional evening when I was captivated by the shadow of a prima ballerina. There was such magic, such energy, such life in this inanimate figure.
That the scent of this memory still dances on my disoriented dreams.
Then caught up by my slumbering memories.
I feel this desire to leave again, every night, which reminds me.

What is there elsewhere that we don’t have here?
All of us who dream of escape; of making all these illusions real.
Making our lives a journey, filled with painful decisions.
Transported by the illusory essence of our lives…