PROLÉGOMÈNES¹ - NOTES DE BAS DE PAJE

A green bench by the Seine.

With spring, freedom has invaded Paris. It is the time of encounters and discoveries. The time of beginnings. The time to take the risk of trying and starting all over again. Let yourself be carried away by the promise of something, even if you don't really know what it is. In principle, they should never have crossed paths. Anonymous in this crowd, unknown. Respectively convinced of a future more or less traced. But when the trees bloom again and the clouds dissipate, everything becomes possible again. Certainties collapse and put in place of maybe. Prologues a plant on a virgin page, leaving the field open to what will happen next. It is the end of a cycle and the beginning of a new one. It is a new beginning of a new life, perhaps the start of a new love story. It is the impulse to love.