Go around the small blue dot

Le petit point bleu duquel je vais faire le tour

"I will go far, very far

Like a bohemian

Arthur Rimbaud

I'll go far without being a bohemian, much less a poet. Just a simple bourgeois bohemian, not like the well-fed bourgeois of Brel, no, an ordinary bourgeois because I was born in the right place at the right time. In the post-war boom, 600 km from New York rather than Moscow, Cairo, or Buenos Aires.

Born to cultured, brilliant parents, but with a rather lax parenting style, I had to fend for myself. A good head on my shoulders, but an emotional deficit. Streetwise, that's what I've become, and I can now travel like a bourgeois bohemian, but the bohemian spirit clings to me. Its earthy scents and the humus of Homo sapiens guide my destiny. I'll grow old, but not stupid. Like Brel? Big deal, tobacco didn't give him that chance.

In short, like a retired Rimbaud, moving anonymously from his poetry and composing with whatever comes his way, minus the brilliant writings he left behind. My own future writings, with no other pretension than to hold up a mirror to the reader: you too are traveling, enjoy it.