This is not my language, so I will use simple words. My purpose is not to send any message or advice to anyone through this text, but to illustrate an image which speaks for itself. The messages lay in the image, its title and the choice of the language, the rest is pure illustration of abstraction.
I left my language with my skin in the land where I was born. In order to add more precision to my words, I must say that I ran away, magnetized by some strange attraction. I left everything behind me, my shoes and even the dust that covered me. Your home, its name, "Château Brigand" smells like gold and tastes like hot chocolate. I could hardly resist the call of that name, the sound of it singing to my ears like a sweet melody of sparkling wine. My brain tried to tell me I was misunderstanding, but I couldn't help this feeling that I was right, that I was white as the knight fighting evil to fulfill his holy quest. I kept on riding through the desert on my horse with no name, nails in my bleeding hands. I came to your doors where I read your handsome name "Château Brigand", I remained there sitting in the snow for days, contemplating the light shadows' of its dark heavy stones. Red eyes after nights without sleep, I gazed at your elegant appearance in the screens of your windows.
I was frozen like a rock when your marvelous car crossed me, coming out of this building of yours, my eyes were sealed, but recognized you to the sound of your name "Château Brigand".
