At noon I will get up as it is already eleven forty five am in Paris, something is telling me that I’m not going to do anything today yet the sky is blue it’s cold and I can see a little piece of it on the top of my window pane right where a cloud has landed I would love to look like a civilized cloud that would float over the roofs of the Faubourg Saint-Antoine and something is telling me that the light that floats in this street is the same one that is floating at this very moment on the other side of the world and even if I think about God who doesn’t exist I would like so much to go on living some more down in the ground once I have joined up the dead in the large cemetery that overlooks the city but next week I will go to Marseille to climb on top of the roof and see the city extending like dark waves just where the land of mankind ends up dying where men no longer dare to smile as they are afraid that their smiles will stay frozen over their faces forever in the unbeaten silence of my blue heart. ***