Barely one foot that already goes the other ... After all, that's how we advance!
And I was off again, away from the point of return to new adventures. A year to the day after I left Japan ...
Paris does not have me write that much, at least not here. If I look back, look the other way, it would still be spending a lot, things ... A month in Africa, the first time in Cameroon, in April. Two months ago to work at the Sorbonne, to move from submissiveness monolingual Japanese classes to the exuberance of a summer class of 20 different nationalities, and beautiful games. Then a month at the Catholic Institute; many nationalities plus some members of the tribe of God, brothers, sisters, mothers, Father, all that.
At this time, a Saturday full of sunshine of September the 13th, what came into the world the adorable Thae ... and nothing has ever been the same. Resumption of studies, work in an engineering school, but not much. Christmas, family, friends, Paris found, whose charms of summer have quickly given way to walk the narrow course of everyday things, not between races too rushed and edgy, blind to the beauty of things.
Why can not we just live in Paris ? I feel to be always something waiting to be elsewhere.
Yet, inevitably, after a moment the need arises to return ...
few scattered texts, but too little. A collaboration Little Women , a text for the Entertainer , others on the walls of Rome with drawings of Maya, at the fantastic festival Crack! , or on the walls of Paris, this, this is just the beginning.
collaboration with my friend Kayoko, Text and engravings, which will come one day, and poems without flavors that will never do.
Other things, desires, promises, and time may be here to deliver.
Here is now Bujumbura, Burundi.
before I arrived yesterday evening to attend IFADEM , an initiative of teacher education in 5th grade (CM2), co-driven by two agencies of the Francophonie, AUF and OIF .
arrived two days ago, I have about three months. My pencil
found the paper and has plenty to tell me ... 
Yet, inevitably, after a moment the need arises to return ...
few scattered texts, but too little. A collaboration Little Women , a text for the Entertainer , others on the walls of Rome with drawings of Maya, at the fantastic festival Crack! , or on the walls of Paris, this, this is just the beginning. 
collaboration with my friend Kayoko, Text and engravings, which will come one day, and poems without flavors that will never do. Other things, desires, promises, and time may be here to deliver.
Here is now Bujumbura, Burundi.
before I arrived yesterday evening to attend IFADEM , an initiative of teacher education in 5th grade (CM2), co-driven by two agencies of the Francophonie, AUF and OIF .
arrived two days ago, I have about three months. My pencil
found the paper and has plenty to tell me ...
