Etretat

I am alone in front of the cliff, breathing the odor of the sea.

Mombasa

I remember the beach. White sand, and in the far, the coral. People passing by. The quiet life.It was the second stay in two years.

High

Being in this area, the great pleasure...

So pretty black hairs.

Isn't it ?

It might be ...

... in the meadow beside. At the exit of the airport of Dakar. At the border of Turkménistan. In full centre of Kenya... And if that were where you want !

Infinite

I slip on water, with at the end : the light; The truth?