To Remember Unfinished (souvenir Inachevé)
I seek in my spirit, in my bandaged, I give image to my memory, this memory. I contemplate one minute, one hour, one day with what ends up making surface, a smile. I do not remember any more with whom it appartienait, but I know that it was intended to me, as a rayonde sun which came to illuminate my day! Progréssivement takes shape a glance, childish, jouyeux or semi-sparkling I do not know any more but it is a glance which gives envi to like. I tighten the ear with my thoughts which murmur a encanté air then bring back for me to reality.