L'oiseau

The sky is full of old stars today extinguished, which we still see even though they are no longer there. It is cold in the sky, and it is from this cold that the narrator, a successful painter, speaks to us. For a moment, one could consider him as a kind of star lost in darkness. An extinguished star, which once shone. But it is not very useful to shine when inside oneself, everything has been dead for a long time. This book is a story of stars and flight. A bird story. A wine story. Also, a story of a grandfather, because perhaps it is because as a child the narrator saw his grandfather fly away, leave the earth thanks to wine, that he wanted later, as an adult, to follow the same path: the path of wine and that of the sky. Far down in that of men. It is so difficult to be a man, to become one, and to remain one.