What does he see when he wakes up?
My flowers in the window, facing the Mediterranean Sea.
Nobody steals the flowers?
They could, but they don’t. I take care of them a lot.
Is their guardian angel protecting them?
I always feel accompanied and protected, even in a desert.
For here?
It can neither be seen nor touched. But I’m never alone.
Don’t call her crazy…
I obey my crazy. He is always right.
A mysterious reason?
I leave room for mystery. That’s why I travel alone. And I’m never alone, really! There is a tree, a song, a dead friend…
A friend…
He died at 30, the most special person I have ever met: he laughed with his eyes. he is with me And the grandfather, who I saw die…
Travel well accompanied, then.
Everything accompanies me. The flowers, the fire.
Is there a fire?
Pine cones, twigs, trunks: it connects me to millennial humanity. Flowers and fire center me. How do some people feel lonely? They are not alive: with the millions of possibilities that life has!
What is loneliness?
A contempt for all other living things. Because there is always someone to meet.
You can be wrong.
I let myself be guided by my intuition and everything is a surprise!
And is he doing well like that?
I repeat to myself that the normal thing is not to be alive.
But since we’re alive…
we live Everything is beautiful, everything oozes beauty, beauty washes over us at every moment.
What is beauty?
It’s secret, it’s in the look. Let no one tell me of another that he is ugly! I will see him as beautiful.
What was your first job?
I had six-year-old children in my care: I was a teacher in a school.
High responsibility.
It gave confidence to the children, it induced the joy of knowing, the pleasure of knowledge.
what is joy
The most important! Cheerful people light you up. Being cheerful activates you. Laughing and making people laugh is the biggest thing.
And, after taking classes, what did he do?
I wrote, I started doing interviews…
You learn a lot by listening…
And I avoid relying on other people’s fears. Fear and courage are like viruses.
Better to entrust ourselves with happiness, right?
And play to get out of this cage of yourself to be someone else.
But every day we have to go to work.
Yes, but even in the most routine routine it is possible to see diversity.
And if she wakes up one day very sad, what?
Sadness is vicious and if I get into it, I try to get out of it quickly.
And how does he do it?
I never treat myself as a victim, I would be very ashamed: “Get scared!”, I order myself.
And if some misfortune befalls him, what?
Everything is ephemeral and fleeting: it will happen!
He doesn’t complain about anything, really?
People live addicted to complaining, but I always prefer to act.
Do you feel free?
You are free if you feel inner confidence.
How do you inject yourself with self-confidence?
I say to myself: “What if she was already dead?”. And then I really want to do this and that… and then I act: I’m free!
His first free act is…
Tell me that I am not the owner of what happens, happily! And I take care of my flowers, the queen’s earrings, carnations, geraniums, daisies… I clean leaves, water…
What a great vegetable passion!
I will work as a gardener one day. And then I will also be a cook for a while.
what did he say before he was someone else?
Many people inhabit us. There is a secret village within each of us.
And he will also be able to write novels with all that he carries inside, of course…
And get to know me better and check my intuition: everything and we are all interconnected.
What is old age?
It’s the same 22 years as 92, it seems to me. I was a good friend of the nineteen-year-old Espinàs: “Today’s afternoon… doesn’t exist”, he taught me.
Will her red hair turn gray one day?
No, because instead of turning red, we redheads turn blonde.
All redheads, in ancient times, were considered demonic.
When I was little, my heroine was the red-haired Pippi Långstrump, so free-spirited: she always did what she wanted.
Now choose to be someone tomorrow.
Tomorrow? Tomorrow I will be Leonard Cohen’s girlfriend and we will be on his Greek island of Hydra… Everything is possible in my head.
