Il pleure dans mon coeur

Those who choose to live with difference know this very well: when a hundred pairs of eyes look at you with contempt, look for the one that shines.

A tooth to take, a coin to give: this is the motto of the little mouse. Valiant, she faces winds and tides to fulfill her mission.

Memory flickers, the past fogs up; an old man and his piano revive the memory of the beloved woman.

'I often have this strange and penetrating dream... 'A young woman summons the memory of the one who loved her and whom she loved.

A house, a garden, a pond, a young woman returns to the house of her childhood and revives her memories.

Haunted by the frozen smile of the woman he once loved, an aviator is ready to crash to get her back.

The thunderstorm: rumbles! The storm : bursts! The lightning : falls! The sea palpitates and embarks us in its salty epic.

We all know that dead leaves are picked up with a shovel. But the blower, this hero of everyday life, takes flight.

You can't always get what you want, but if you're lucky enough, you get what you need.

It stretches, it twists, it sucks you in with its sordid mouth: the Parisian metro. If the crowd is a zombie and you're going the wrong way, join the resistance.

At dusk, a very curious assembly observes with thoughtfulness the choreographed languor of an amphibious dancer.

Don't be mad at me if I leave, don't leave if I'm mad at you: when a disagreement turns into a domestic quarrel, you can lose your mind...