After the excesses of new year's eve that ended long after daylight, much too much wine and few hours of sleep, I got my steps lost in the streets of Bordeaux.
I've shown so much will during the past months making my insides clean, washing away the old crap, the wrong feelings, the wrong friends, sometimes.
The first evening of a new year, makes it look grand, epic almost. Sparkles of city lights reflects in happy people's eyes. I've pushed the volume to the maximum to play some Mozart in the earphones, and walk calmly, empty as new. Looking up the sky has the perfection of deep dark blue and dry cold, and I encounter the gaze of the statues that have been standing here, watching over us for longer than my ancestors can recall. I stay with them a little, a pencil and a piece of paper _ this is how them and I use to communicate at times.
There is so much beauty up there, and my heart, it beats wide open. Beauty enters in me like a shiver flood, fills every bit to the point of tickling the lacrimal pinholes.
Make no mistake. It is no sadness, but the very joy of being living and free.


To my friends, to every artist, to you who randomly stopped by, to those who sometimes feel the urge to thank me for they didn't know their heart too, was wide open, I'd like to send my modest wishes.
I'm sorry I didn't reply to your notes often enough. I'm much more lonely, it's true. But I think I've grown into a better man.

May you make several steps toward your inner balance.
May you find out your angel, and cope with your beast.
May you give a little love for yourself, and manage to give tons of it to others.
May you create with inspiration and sincerity. Though this, should run smoothly after the three first wishes.


- Michaël