A woman, made of all women and who is worth each and every one of them…” Should I sell myself? Should I brag? Should I advertise myself? No desire to do it. Let's try to be direct: If you are looking for a Madonna fulfilled in triumphant fashion I have neither the desire nor the discourse of fashions, paintings deception. I have, in my life, gone through a few storms but I wrote my book every day with a few grains of madness, a hint of spice, a few tears quickly sewn up. I didn't take the most direct routes... The more time passes, the less certain I have. This becomes reassuring... I am raising my daughter as a mother but also as a father. Of a confident and happy nature but resolutely sincere. Neither your doubts, nor your fantasies nor even your melancholy scare me. I am sociable by nature but I like silence. Both sporty and in love with stillness and serenity. I find it in music Mozart, Bach… painting Caravaggio, Zièm, Thibault… And who knows… in your charm, your eyes? Did you flee? I don't like consensus, it doesn't bother me that we don't agree on everything. We can nourish each other with our differences. I don't know what I expect from a meeting other than to be surprised, disturbed, no pre-established prototype... just to be in love once again!