Paris, France 10.8.2010
It was me, Andoy and Larz who went up on the roof that night. We had to climb a shaky ladder to get to the small, square hole—roughly around 24 inches per side—punctured through the ceiling.
We stayed up there despite the cold and the wind. There was a warmth of a different kind, so inviting that you cannot find the strength to dispense it. From up there, you could feel an intimate nearness to the other rooftops and also the chimneys that, just like you, have come to the light from below. We didn’t really bring much up there, only ourselves, two cameras, and a bottle of wine to share. It was nearing 1am, and the lights that once shone brightly earlier that evening, have already died down with a sincere humility. And in a few minutes, the Eiffel Tower will follow this surrender.
And once there, for a moment, you find yourself not wanting to return from where you came from.
All men have the stars but they are not the same things for different people. For some, who are travelers, the stars are guides. For others they are no more than little lights in the sky. For others, who are scholars, they are problems. For my businessman they are wealth. But all these stars are silent. You—you alone—will have the stars as no one else has them.
- Antoine de Saint-Exupéry
All works composed by Sarah Aquino unless otherwise stated.
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