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Eyes quite dreamy, a little crazy

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With a strange gleam

Like many a man from the North In his nice hair made of gold

The smile of an angel

Passed by almost missing him He said hello to me and then

With his musical voice

I understood that on this night Despite the rain and the cold

I'd be satisfied

He had a soft look in his eye

Where does he come from and why

Where are you from? What's your name?

My boat is where I remain

The sea in my hometown

My name nobody shall know

I am simply a fellow Working till sundown

And if my heart grows heavy

A little love could cure me,

I long for a touch

And me, the with a heart so jaded

With his kisses I discovered

A sheer exhilaration

He had a soft look in his eye

Where does he go to and why

I dreamt of the stranger With a heart in anger

Because of cigarettes, of alcohol and the blues,

The memory of him at night

Made my head turn

But they say that at the port, A body was somehow caught

By a navy fellow

Who, by love abandoned,

Only found to be cradled

The cuddly sea

He had a soft look in his eye

Where did he go...

It's a beautiful song.

I really love songs.

Especially love songs.

Love songs make me dream.

This one makes me think about my village in Normandy,

summer at the beach, all that...

When you're born in a trendy place you don't really notice.

We didn't go to Deauville because it was fancy,

we went there with the family it was six miles away from our place.

It was more practical.

We didn't care for snobs, we didn't see them.

And last year we spent a month's vacation at my parents',

that's where I met Daniel.

So, when I hear a song about the sea,

it reminds me of Deauville and of Daniel since he's a sailor.

Is it foolish to love love songs, Simone?

No, I agree with you.

Music makes me dream too.

Music and perfume are the best way to remember things.

When you're very happy, music makes you happier.

When you're sad, it makes you sadder.

It reminds me of my husband.

We loved each other for twenty years.

Can you imagine? Twenty years!

Then, three years ago, during winter,

suddenly, stupidly, he caught the flu.

He went to bed, he died.

I was left alone.

That's terrible.

I would like for Daniel and me to love each other for twenty years.

I don't know when we will live together.

He's funny, he doesn't talk a lot, I don't know what he wants.

Even when he smiles he seems sad.

Maybe that's what I like about him.

She should be here!

Daniel!

Where were you? We looked everywhere for you!

There, but I couldn't find you.

Meet my friend. We came here on leave together.

- Jean-François Dupuis. - Hi.

- So? - So?

You know, we saw action.

We were always confined to barracks. Now we're better.

Old boy, see you. Have a good leave.

Goodbye.

Can you believe the weather in the middle of July?

So?

You know, we were a little shook up.

It's a sad situation.

Whatever our political views may be.

There, we made the trip with the returnees from Algeria.

These people left everything, their houses... It was terrible.

Let's go home, you'll tell me all about it.

How long are you enlisted for?

Five years.

How many have you done?

Four years.

You have a year left.

Yes.

And after this year it's over?

Yes.

And now you're going to be in Brest?

Yes...

Yes, near me.

And what are you going to do?

I don't know.

Are you going to look for a job?

Yes.

What job?

Through relations.

Yes...

We'll have to find a place to live.

Of course.

You see, the room is tiny.

The owner likes me but she doesn't want a couple.

How long is your leave?

Thirteen.

Tomorrow we'll find a room in a hotel,

it's more practical.

I'll work it out with her for tonight.

We'll wait for each other.

Yes.

For the rest...

Tender and light... Like you!

We always played this tune, there.

I would have liked to go to Algeria.

How is it?

The sun... The sea...

And the war?

For us, war...

We didn't take one shot in four years.

What did you do, then?

Patrol, escort, inspection.

Did the Arabs have boats?

No, but weapon counterfeiters...

Was it dangerous?

When we were at war, no.

But at times on the street, during our days of leave.

Did you see any attacks?

Yes, once.

A banana vendor was shot right next to me.

I heard the shot, I turned my head,

I saw him lying on the floor in the middle of the bananas.

I would have gone mad there.

You would have gotten used to it.

I could never get used to war.

I like the quiet life.

Peace.

Oh, you know, to me...

War or peace...

You're weird.

Don't you cherish anything?

Yes, at times...

Do you cherish me?

The next few days were similar to the first day, and the second day...

Summer was ending...

Already, everything was just memories, remaining moments.

"MY GOAL IS TO BE DEAD BY 20"

"Here I am in Brest.

"This leave went by fast.

"When I arrived, after I dropped my things off,

"I went for a walk in town.

"I went out with a rookie who seemed nice,

"he was from Marseille.

"We didn't see much as always

"the first time you arrive in a new town.

"It started raining and I thought about Prévert's poem:

"It's raining over Brest and I ran into you in Siam

"I saw that Siam street existed, I thought of war.

"My idea of Brest came down to that.

"The name of that street, the rain,

"and the memory of war.

"I was a child at the time,

"but I remember the bombing.

"We were at the neighbors'

"when the radio announced it everyone cried.

"I write to you from a café overlooking the town over the port

"to the Recouvrance bridge that looks like an American bridge.

"I'm expecting a letter from you.

"I hold you close to me, yours truly.

"My highest considerations."

Paris August 4th

My love, I received your first letter...

Hello, I'm late. I forgot to set my alarm.

Any news from Daniel?

I received his first letter, I'm answering him.

He's in Brest, he's all right.

Another day.

Sincerely,

with my highest considerations.

Lousy weather today. I didn't want to get up.

"The expression..." Oh drat...

Paris, the 5th...

One day gone...

"Dear Mr. Paymaster General,

"we have received your letter from the 18th of this month.

October 1st...

"We would like to mention

"that we noticed...

"...that we noticed a mistake of 362 Francs."

Very important.

...in the total: 6361.

Enclosed, a copy for verification."

Flows the Seine

And our loves Must I remember them

Joy always followed pain

The night falls and the hour rings

I remain, Hand in hand

While underneath the bridge Of our arms

...falls and the hours ring...

The days go by I remain,

Love goes away like this flowing water

Love fades away, Life is so slow,

...go by, I remain

Days go by and by go the weeks,

Neither past time...

Fall just arrived and already great designers are thinking of winter.

Ladies, you will still be able to wear your fur,

but it will be shorter and more fitted.

The boot is still a must have on your outings.

Not much change overall...

Look, I bought it at the flea market. It's funny.

And that one!

Like Marlene.

I had a new coat made.

I was tired of the old one.

The black one...

The other one, the black one, the old one, you know?

You know, your room is becoming very cute.

Mine is smaller. How much do you pay for it?

Eight thousand. But it's not finished,

I'm going to buy a lot of things when I'll have a little money.

And my grandmother gives me things too.

Those curtains are nice they're very old.

Here, I'm going to put a red carpet.

On the fireplace, a white vase and a gold mirror.

But I don't know if I'm going to stay here.

I have an important thing to tell you.

Marc wants to get married.

I'm thinking about it, I think I'm going to say yes.

That's good.

- Is that you? - Yes.

Yes, when I was little in Toulouse.

When I got to Paris,

I always walked around Saint-Germain

there are a lot of antique dealers.

Décor is a question of taste.

I think I'm good at it.

Everything I have here I found at the flea market.

It's beautiful like a human face.

"Geneviève, every night in Brest

"I have a date with a person who stood me up: the rain.

"Faithfully, it falls with the night.

"To tell you more about Brest, like you asked,

"I just have to send you the booklet they gave us on board.

"First chapter: Brest.

"The Finistère subprefecture,

"capital of the 10th military region,

"is a big war port and an important commercial port.

"On one of the most beautiful harbors in the world,

of 15 000 hectares.

"During the war, the Germans turned Brest into...

"Chapter: Brest itself.

"Brest is a peaceful city.

"Very peaceful, I might add.

"After nine p.m., few people on the streets.

"Few people" is quite generous.

"The main street at nine is as animated as the Djebel mountains.

Chapter: A sailor in Brest.

"After a first contact with the city,

"the sailor newly arrived, will find places of distraction.

"Brest has the reputation of a closed severe city.

"May it not discourage the neophyte.

"He will walk along Siam street and the Dajot course, where on Sundays,

"the locals on a walk, watch boats pass

"and get some fresh air.

"Finally, I'm putting down the booklet

"to summarize to you what I can say about Brest.

"It is a big modern city entirely reconstructed.

"A peaceful province, asleep,

"a little empty, quite sad.

"People mainly live in their homes.

"Silent streets lined with grey houses and trees.

"The young people I met complain about the lack of distractions,

"especially in winter.

"One thing I had noticed

"in every city built close to the sea,

"you see it everywhere.

"At the end of each street.

"The gardens are above the sea, everything is attached to it.

"Finally, if we rebuild Brest every day,

"war left, as a souvenir, in some districts,

"houses that, for nineteen years,

"have sheltered people whose houses were destroyed

"during the siege of July and August 1944.

"Some will die there.

"Children were born and live there.

"Brest, of course,

"does not have the privilege of these types of districts.

"It's sad to say, in every city I passed through,

"I've seen similar places...

"I'm thinking, of course, of Algeria.

"And there it was shameful.

"Poverty was so established

"that some forgot about it and saw it as picturesque."

Nineteen years since the end of the war.

It's my age.

Did you have the blue meter installed at your place?

I think that, in life, everything can be bought.

I don't think so.

I that life is simple and not so simple.

Well... It's complicated.

I am sure that feelings can't be bought.

We don't pay for friendship either.

I'm not talking about appearances, but about truth.

No, nothing can be bought.

Except of course for carrots and turnips from the market.

At last I understand you. We buy...

But we pretend not to buy.

Catherine, darling, I have told you a hundred times to be careful.

I come from the house, you left the gas on.

One day, you're going to die of asphyxiation.

I'm already dead.

Life is like the movies... What a fool...

It's movies that imitate life.

"Paris November 2nd.

"Paris is yellow. I love Paris in the fall.

Ever since you left...

"Paris these days, is drowning in fog and rain.

"One letter from you in 20 days is not a lot.

"Christmas is next week,

"holidays are sad when you're alone,

"Christmas more than any other."

There are stars in the sky that make us look up

In the street there are pretty girls...

There, there, here's the demob

It's not made for Frenchmen in God's name

There, there, here's the demob

Seniors are concerned I'll be damned!

There, there, here's the demob It's not for Frenchmen in God's name

There, there, here's the demob Seniors are concerned I'll be damned

I was very busy today, I put away the Christmas crib...

The ox, the donkey, St Joseph, the Virgin Mary and baby Jesus,

all of it.

Is that you? Of course, I played in movies.

Of course, I played in movies.

My first film, "Le Bagnard",

There with Jean-Claude Pascal and René Saint Cyr

in "Le Chevalier de la nuit".

There with Serge Reggiani, Gérard Philipe and Daniel Gelin.

That's my nephew,

he had his first communion this year.

A black and white cover.

Tonight, we will dance

but only for new year's eve.

She's here for your liking

She has this mysterious thing

She is on this Earth

To break all your hearts

Lola, Lola lives for love And for love alone

You can try to woo her too No one's gonna stop you

Ah, to hold Lola in your arms All of you can tempt her

But having Lola love your charms That's another matter

In a bar in Vienna

They come from mountains and plains

For weeks they remain

To listen to her sing

Lola, Lola sings of love With her cheeky voice

Christmas makes me blue.

What am I doing in this city?

Talk about a party. What a mood!

It's always drizzling.

Rain... Fog... Rain... Fog...

Did you see my dress? It's nice, right?

I dreamed of the sun.

Of the French Riviera...

Then I met a guy.

A thug, but I loved him.

I ended up here.

I've seen plenty of seas.

But never the one I wanted.

Before, I was in Nantes,

I worked in a club, the Eldorado.

Then, by chance, just like that, Brest...

China nights, Cuddly nights,

Nights of love!

Nights of drunkenness, Of tenderness,

That feel like dreams Until the sun beams

China nights, Cuddly nights,

Nights of love!

It was a simple Christmas with the family.

I would have liked to be with Daniel.

I am a minor,

I have to do what my parents say.

Normandy must have been nice, rain on the sea...

Yes.

"I know it's not very good,

"but I'm a little jealous thinking

"you will be alone in Brest on Christmas Eve.

It's not very nice to lead her on.

In fact, I don't see why you're still with that girl.

You write her regularly, you cheat on her all the time,

we talked about it last time.

You said physical affairs were of no importance.

I think that being loyal to someone is beautiful.

I remember, I also spent one Christmas alone, in Paris.

I didn't have a dime. It was sinister.

I left home when I was sixteen to be free,

because I wasn't interested in family life.

I like choosing.

And a family, is one of the things that are forced on you,

so it didn't work.

I left and I was free, in Paris.

I miss these times a lot,

I think you must be very young to get this kind of feeling.

It's a funny adventure.

At first, it's fascinating.

We want to enjoy freedom from every angle.

I lived in a tiny room under the rooftop.

At first, I felt like I was the luckiest man,

even the backstairs had an elevator,

it went to the 7th floor

I lived one floor above, it was practical.

My room was extremely cold,

when I went out, the first thing I saw was the Eiffel Tower.

Imagine that, it seemed miraculous to me,

I'd dreamt of the Eiffel Tower so much.

I worked depending on what I found,

I remember a plastic objects factory.

Locked eight hours a day in this junk garden

for 50,000 francs a month.

But I still did it, because I was free.

I chose to do it, and then there was Paris.

You love Paris like Geneviève.

Yes, but it's probably not the same Paris.

There are lots of different Parises,

it's crazy how many strange things can happen in Paris,

but of course you have to be led to see them.

The little bourgeois watching TV after work,

if he could only imagine what goes on in Pigalle,

his whole face would change.

You can't imagine.

The love of Paris, it's impossible to explain,

it's just like love.

You can't even imagine how much I loved Paris,

how I loved being alone in that big city.

I dreamt of an entire life of freedom, no commitments.

I liked everything that reminded me of adventure, of leaving.

I walked everywhere, I watched.

I was crazy about Paris and my newly found freedom.

I forgot about the cold and was indifferent to poverty.

After a few months, I stopped working.

During that time,

I wanted to finish some things,

but it was just like trying to better understand

that I was so far from it.

I did things but I was like an actor,

I saw myself doing them.

In Paris, this wanderer's life I had dreamt of had started.

I stopped working,

and at the same time, I lost the room I told you about.

I had a luggage I carried around everywhere

and a portrait of my mother, my only memory of her.

I lived in gloomy rooms in sordid hotels

because of poverty, they all looked alike.

Rooms I sometimes shared

with boys in the same situation as me.

Sometimes four of us slept in it,

and it's not a record, it was just temporary for us,

but in my hotel once in Barbès,

an African family of six had been living there for ten years.

I made the room livable with books,

a few discs and photos I put up.

Chance encounters too,

sometimes other people's apartments make you dream of luxury,

with a cinemascope view of Paris.

I knew a lot of people at that time, very different.

Artists, thugs, bourgeois.

I watched, I learned to understand.

It was also the period of lots of cafés.

We could spend hours there in the heat for little money,

I changed neighborhoods and cafés; as much as I could.

I escaped anything that resembled habits,

little peaceful bourgeois,

the fireside, slippers,

and on this, I haven't changed.

But Paris could quickly become a harsh city.

I had a little spur, I don't know what exactly,

that's probably when I stopped being a child.

Finally, I felt like changing lives, assessing.

I thought about the service industry.

It was a way like any other to change.

There, you know everything about me now.

When my time will be up, I will work as a journalist.

I read a lot, I've always loved to write.

I still want to see some countries,

write great stories with pictures.

I would like to meet someone sincere like that girl,

I think I would know how to love her.

Yes, you're right,

but that's not the solution for me.

I don't know how to live. So, love...

Summer is long gone

Poor Greta Garbo!

They think she's a haughty and disdainful woman.

In reality, she is alone, sad...

Twelve thirty. And more.

And more.

This job is a little monotone...

But I don't care...

Coming to the self?

I'm broke. I'm going to eat at the tobacco shop.

And I have a letter to write.

La Traversée de l’Apparenzia,

with Delon and Greco.

It ran with Daniel,

we saw Romy Schneider in the street.

Let's go in.

Yes. Because Alain Delon is the finest.

I know you're only thinking of one thing.

You only think about leaving.

Then, for us, the time of indifference must begin.

You don't have anything to say?

Not one explanation?

Not a lie to tell?

I bore you...

Listen, our days will pass,

we will be far away from each other, you will quickly forget.

That's the kind of man you are, very quickly.

Me, I'll fall asleep.

Forgetting is a somnolence,

when we wake up, we remember.

Sometimes, I will wake up.

We have already met without actually meeting.

Don't think it's a trick to try and flirt with you.

It was in a little café, close to Etoile

with a big ham sandwich.

It's true. I go there often, it's close to work.

Yes, I remember.

You were with a young blonde girl who looked very sad.

It's true, she left for England.

We almost fell in love,

but it didn't work out.

Can I walk with you a little?

Do you like objects?

Yes, I'd like to be a decorator,

find curious objects from all over the world.

I love objects too,

for the memories they hold inside,

the traces of time.

They also scare me a little,

I feel like I have seen them before.

I often feel like I live in this strange world

where I know all the faces I meet.

When I arrive in a city for the first time,

I feel like I already know the streets, the houses.

I recognize them, it's very weird,

that's why, when I recognized you, I asked myself

if it wasn't just the illusion of having seen you before.

Everything is good at the moment, and yet, I'm scared.

In the end, you don't know him well.

Living with someone all the time, is a funny adventure.

And when we succeed, it's wonderful.

Memories of love, they come back to you

like whiffs of perfume.

Hello?

Yes?

Hello, yes? I'm listening.

Mr. Thibault is not in the office this morning.

Hello-pera

- Hello-spital...

- Hello-belisk.

French Navy

- We're singing in the rain... - The pin!

What a glorious feeling...

"Daniel, in three days, Paris changed its face,

"it's already spring.

"There are two Parises right now, the first keeps its winter face,

"the second is heading for summer.

"It's only a matter of days now,

"everything seems to beautiful.

"I think this is happiness. I'm waiting for you.

"I had a very sad thought yesterday:

"if one day, I am obligated to never see you again,

"if I had to give up on the love I have for you,

"I don't know how I could continue to live.

"Never will I love another man.

"Before falling in love,

"even with the greatest imagination,

"we are incapable of anticipating what it's like.

"Before knowing you I looked around me,

"at faces, people,

"I thought, how will I choose,

"I would be tired of a face, how does everyone do it,

"now, when I see a face, yours comes to my mind.

"In love, I found answers to all my questions."

Spring came, Daniel's letters become scarce.

Finally, it was summer again.

It was not at all like the previous one.

Then came fall...

Are you going back to Paris?

Yes.

What are you going to do?

I don't know.

And Geneviève, after all?

You know, Geneviève...

Anyway, it's time for you to make a decision,

unless you're planning on re-enlisting for five years.

Are you kidding?

Too bad you're not in Paris, you could talk to her.

I came to say goodbye,

because I wanted to tell you something.

I like you.

In the end, we were not as different as we thought.

I'd like to see you again.

Thanks.

If you want, write me, you have my address,

I'll answer.

Your time, you're going to the 28, right?

15 minutes.

At number 28, right?

Then go to 15 Berger street.

15 or 20?

It's alley 28.

It's at number 20 sir, it's in fact number 20, sorry!

Purple 15, go to 101 Philippe Auguste.

Yes sir, 143 Blvd St Germain the Hotel.

14... Hold on I'm checking,

Pierre Charron street, can you reach it?

Give me some time.

That's right, sir.

No sir, I have a meter to save.

Paris to me had become but a word, yet...

My twenties at the Royal St Germain blew up in my face.

Brest was already nothing but a memory.

Barely gone, almost forgotten.

And these five long years, what good were they?

I barely changed.

I feel like I have changed so little.

Five years lost,

oh, five years passed.

Five little years swallowed by time.

We will settle for a common adultery case,

like everyone.

But it's hard to cheat

on a husband and a wife who don't deserve it.

They are unworthy of it.

Ah if they deserved it,

I swear that it wouldn't be heavy.

The right,

the duty of every man who no longer loves a woman

is to run off and love another immediately!

So that in this sad world where she is so rare,

a parcel of joy doesn't get lost.

Want to buy a nice rose from me?

- For whom? - For your fiancée.

I don't have one.

I would like to be Brigitte Bardot's fiancé.

Goodbye, sir.

Poor girl.

It's all going to end before even starting.

What if I stayed with her?

What if I allowed myself to be loved?

I am crazy!

Is it over?

Yes. Since yesterday.

It's about time.

Freedom is beautiful.

I remember you well.

Xandre told me you were from Paris.

And then, I lost sight of you.

I was transferred to Brest, at the time.

Attractions, variety,

strip, entry 4 Francs.

Sorry, sir.

Could you give me 55 Francs?

I am in a fix. I have to go home...

I live kind of far. I don't have a dime to take the subway.

You are at least the fifteenth person I stopped.

People are not nice.

I don't know.

Some get away from me when I approach them.

They seemed scared.

55 Francs, these days...

What do you do? Do you work?

No, not yet.

I'm still looking for my path.

I go to class. Not often, but I go.

You walk around?

Yes, as often as possible.

I go everywhere. I watch people, I observe.

I'm interested.

There, here's 100 Francs.

Thanks, you're nice.

I'm going, to catch my connection.

Goodbye, sir.

All tarts!

Me, my friend, I've been stuck with a lobster for five years.

Communal everything.

Food, bed,

and laughs.

This morning, she woke up,

a quick one over with a comb, and poof, she's off.

From gentleman to houseboy.

I left for the United States.

You can't imagine the excitement I felt.

Oh yes...

One calvados, little prince.

What was I saying? Oh, yes!

I'm going to talk to him, that American.

I'm going to tell him I don't agree.

What he did to me was not right.

He should do something for me.

If not, then what...

I go to work?

What a dishonor.

You, my friend, are a pal!

You're more than a pal, you're a friend.

So I work to pay for your bottle, sir!

I'll leave the round to you.

Hey, Lulu...

Having returned to Paris,

here's the chapter of the book where the author could write:

"Five years went by,

"he went back to the setting where he had spent his teenage years

"and that he had fled for fear of getting entirely lost in it.

"He notices nothing had changed.

"At the café where he used to go,

"he even thought he recognized familiar faces

"or others who looked like them.

"He was surprised to have come back to the scene he had left,

"to that same place he had fled.

"He recognized that sly and abrupt dizziness

"that felt like a wish to die."

We hadn't finished to talk about love

We hadn't even finished smoking our Gitanes...

A merguez with lots of mustard.

Lots of mustard and very hot bread.

Shut them all up, I want to speak too.

Do you have the time, handsome?

You eat... We pass the time however we can.

Why aren't there cities where we can live all night?

It's not even 2 a.m. and it's dead, it's empty.

Me, sir, I've been to New York, Tokyo, you can't go any further.

At a certain hour, people go to sleep.

It's the disease. They have to go to sleep.

I don't like to sleep!

Sleep is wasted time.

I love night life.

I was with friends, I left them an hour ago,

they went to sleep.

They love each other, they're a couple.

They're good together.

I messed everything up.

Oh, I'm not going to tell you my life story.

I love youth but it's ephemeral, it passes.

We shouldn't love what's ephemeral.

Well, we must go on, move forward, carry on.

Slowly, I have to give up on everything I expected out of life.

Neon lights fade.

It's a sign that morning is coming in over Pigalle.

I have to go to sleep to make a decision tomorrow.

Daniel! Daniel!

What time did you get here?

An hour ago.

You just arrived?

Good thing today is Saturday.

Oh, a bride!

Here's your bride.

Oh, I thought she was real.

Listen.

With me, you won't be happy.

Are you crazy?

I meant it when I wrote to you.

And then, I understood, slowly.

I'm not made for this life.

You will forget about me.

Shut up.

You never loved me.

You love nothing.

We would have been good together.

What are you going to do?

I'm leaving.

I don't know where.

I will never forget you.

Leaving is sweet.

Fall is sweet.

"Guy, you will be surprised to learn

"that I write you from a village in the South, Ramatuelle.

"I only knew the French Riviera in the summer,

"it's very different during winter.

"Everything is back to reality peacefully in the sun.

"I really needed that.

"In Paris, I spent two terrible nights and days.

"Geneviève and I separated, sadly.

"Guy, like you, I think being loyal to someone is beautiful.

"But only love can dictate this kind of attitude.

"I did not love Geneviève, do you understand?

"However, her love was so strong and sincere

"that giving it up was becoming a true sacrifice.

"I could have met her halfway

"and fallen into her love like a refuge.

"And I think that love is something else

"and anyway it is not possible if unrequited.

"I left Paris, I don't want to live there, it's too hard.

"I know you love Paris,

"but it would be impossible for me to be happy there.

"I travel, I arrive in peaceful villages,

"I walk around, I think.

"It's the first time in my life that I want to say

"these kinds of things to anyone.

"By dint of feeling different, I had taken refuge in solitude.

"It's a difficult attitude.

"You came into my life at an unexpected time

"in an unexpected way.

"The years in the Navy are but lost time,

"since there, I discovered the meaning of the word 'friendship'

"and its importance.

"You will learn to know me better.

"I am not desperate or anything like that.

"Simply worried and undecided.

"We must learn to live.

"When we want to change everything and for everything to be different,

"we become original, singular,

"and we can seem crazy to others.

"I am not crazy.

"I think everybody dreams of doing whatever they want.

"I am going to travel because that allows me,

"thanks to a change of scenery,

"to find a fresh point of view.

"A child's point of view.

"I am going to work to be free.

"Free to keep the right to choose, to change,

"to be different, therefore to be myself.

"What is beautiful in life is that everything always changes

"and being able to change is also a given.

"Your friend, Daniel."