I've seen a part of my life in front of me, like in an old movie, but I didn't look at the screen. I had my eyes busy looking at the past, late on the present, I have like a debt with time. I have memories to carry, moments that I could not live on the moment, answers that I gave like an automatic, in front of thousands of people, often the only absent. It took a little dream, a little faith, for two brothers to end up drugged, with adrenaline. My memories, I remember them, a little dry, a little cold, like a bread that is forgotten in the kitchen drawer. Everything mixes up in the journey, being there, I was sometimes here too, so I saw the whales of Strasbourg and the gipsies of Tahiti, I saw the look of this little guy in the first row, he reminded me of the one I had when I was in his place, in the end I believe that children are a mirror, whose ice shows who we were before. I did what I had to do, but I haven't done everything yet, I said what I had to say, but I haven't said everything yet, I had rat in my throat, but I haven't coughed yet, I got close to the moon, but I haven't touched it yet. I will never thank myself enough for having kept my promises, when we look at our career it looks like a feat, the fans have a family, the stage has a raft, the tour bus has a rocket, and life has a gift. Let us take a breath, a break, before starting a new book, I took time to realize the dream, now I need time to live it. I who grew up in the noise, I discover the silence, I still hear the echo of the cries that come to disturb my assessment, an immense happiness, an adventure of titans, to believe that our good star was a passing star, we hoped so much that we made the sun come one evening, I learned, I understood that making choices is disappointing, our story is unique, I was lied to, in fact you had to believe it to see it. The months have become years, and every morning a new life, and I am in a miracle or a mirage, quickly, the trips have come to fill the void, I understood that in front of the world, my city is only a village, I say thank you a hundred times a day, smile a thousand times per hour, so much that my words of love have lost value, I almost forgot to focus on the faults, until I came to cry with the eyes of others. A double life, but I could never do otherwise, when I stay too much in one of them, suddenly the other one is missing, when I was told, let go, I took it as an insult, I who spent my youth living it like an adult, I almost did too much, for fear of not having done enough, I was almost too true, sometimes alone in my fight, I think back to this girl, to whom I gave my bracelet, but Flo knows that if I could, I would have given my arm, these strangers have become relatives, these loved ones have become strangers, I have gathered the great victories and the unfulfilled promises, the fireworks of the stadiums, the joys a thousand at the time, the real support of the friends who made my city theirs, in the middle of this sea of ice, I die of heat, no regrets if failure rings and tightens the seals, the artist has become the man, so I speak in prose, will not come back to much, when it's almost too much.