A shy boy, who constantly hides behind the group and the collective adventure to try not to be noticed too much. An artist lost in the repertoire who lights fires everywhere and then struggles to put them out. An irresponsible guide who misleads his collaborators in poorly lit paths.
Forget who I was. Give the ascendancy to another person to the point of giving up my personality, my opinions, my tastes, my sense of humor, to become only the shadow of myself. And all that… out of love.
Never being able to tell things the way they really are. A handicap sometimes perceived by others as hypocrisy or dishonesty. It is true that I am always afraid of hurting certain people or offending certain sensitivities. However, I too often happen to be surrounded by self-righteous people who pride themselves on being honest and always telling the truth, when they themselves prove incapable of hearing it, this truth.
Bertolt Brecht. One of the greatest playwrights and theoreticians of the 20th century. He defended the socialist utopia with a beautiful rigorous dialectic. Sure, he was full of contradictions, pretentious, opportunistic… but what a poet! He leaves us a legacy of an enlightened way of seeing the world and a work that we can afford to appropriate, adapt, plunder or tear to pieces as he himself did so well with the great authors who preceded.
When professional problems combine with personal concerns in frantic chaos, I take refuge in erotic fantasies. These fantasies are high places of relaxation and creativity and do not only involve my brain, but seem to stabilize my whole organism. The peoples of the North, in the most difficult days of their hibernation, have they not developed a teeming repertoire of erotic tales which have nothing to envy to the Tales of the Thousand and One Nights?
A few days before a premiere evening or in the week preceding the completion of a project, I systematically dream that I am on board a plane in full flight; sometimes as a passenger, but more often as a pilot in command. Obviously, the size of the cabin is often proportional to that of the projects and the flights are always precarious, full of turbulence. The fact that the device remains in the air is a miracle. Most of the time, the plane ends up landing safely on the tarmac, but there were a few times when I had to suffer the vagaries of a daredevil landing.
Professor of geography or, at least, cartographer. At 6 years old, I already knew the names of all Canadian territories and provinces as well as their capitals. I could spend hours contemplating giant world maps explaining the divisions of the world. Obviously, I had to wait for the first trips abroad to understand why the world was so divided. In the 19th century, when the great photographer Nadar boarded a hot air balloon for the first time, he was amazed to discover that from the air, borders did not seem to exist, giving the illusory impression of peaceful cohabitation between peoples. .
Ignorance. She is the cause of all evil. It breeds fear, racism, fascism. It is often taught from early school and is maintained by hateful political speeches made by ignorant men. But it is difficult to completely eradicate it from our lives, because ignorance is so comfortable.
I do not have an ounce of suicidal tendencies in me, but I admit that I would rather choose my death than let it surprise me. It’s a moment too important that I would like to live fully. Morbid? No not at all.
… maybe he should be heard. It would silence the fools who have always put words in his mouth.
