Making Amélie Poulain’s face when she’s worried. Being annoying. To see you laugh. Listening to loud music, dancing and singing like a fool. Cook cookies. Passing smiling-alone people in the street. London, Oxford, Barcelona and all the memories i’ve there. Taking stupid photos. Those evenings in our room in Belle-ile. Receiving nice emails, postcards and sms. Having news from someone i though had forgotten me. Awaking in the morning and seing i have a few time left to sleep. Unnerving my brother, kissing him in the neck to see his vexed face and then laugh together. Travelling. All over the world if possible. Glandouilling on a chaise lounge in our garden. Entering a shop and hearing a song i love. Unrehearsed calls. Telling bad jokes that only make me laugh. Going to bed during sunrise. Watching stars in the sky while lying on the grass. Plunking down in cinema’s chairs. When a small kid smiles at me or says something funny in the street. Finding the perfect book, song, film, website. Inventing the end of my dreams. Passing by a friend i had not seen for a while and see nothing changed. Notes left with nice words or a drawing. Looking the landscape scrolling though the windows. Finding old photos, letters, videos. Read again letters written years ago. Writting a letter or offering something without a reason, just to see the smile of the person in front of me. Raving about someone playing guitar or piano. Surprises. The moment after the end of a film or a book i loved and feelings or thoughs that come with. Surprises. Leaving for a trip. Discovering new countries, cultures and people. Seing a prejudice was idle. Sunsets and sunrises. And so on.
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