My Night Companion
I write these few words in my apartment in Paris. It is 4am. I am drunk. We spent the evening at the Crazy Horse in Paris. We were five...
To My Son...
In the name of the father and the mother, In the name of the son and the holly spirit, In the name of the fathers who created us, and...
A Day in Paris
Saturday, around ten in the morning, in front of a black hot coffee and a freshly baked croissant, I switched on my CD player and reached...