Goodbye First Love Page #2

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his old comrade Trotsky.

Camille, my sweet love...

I'm writing after three days

of travelling, three sleepless nights

without staying anywhere,

just changing to another bus.

I miss you so much, it sometimes

feels like I'm dying of love.

Tomorrow I could call you,

but I won't do it.

Don't be angry. To hear your voice

without touching you is hard enough.

Your tears and queries break my heart.

After a call I always feel so bad.

And I think it's the same for you.

My long silence will hurt you, but

I can't share my experiences with you.

How can I tell about my journey,

when everything hurts you so easy?

Everything I experience

seems to go against you.

But that's not true.

I love you with all my heart, and this

love is the most precious thing I have.

I always carry it with me.

Never forget it.

Have a look

if your father needs help.

Since ten days

I'm in the mountains...

in an old cabin at a blue river

which runs through the forest.

A peaceful shelter,

where the forest fills you.

I feel an increasing distance from

my Parisian life and my friends there.

I'm lost on a quest

for an utopian peace.

In Paris I could hardly find balance.

Everytime I manage to change,

I come closer to my ideal self.

But you don't let me go my way.

You follow me everywhere I go.

It's you I'm looking for

when I kiss someone else.

I think I love you,

but I want you to disappear.

I don't want to be anything

for you anymore.

It was a dream and I don't know

if there's anything left of it now.

The teachings of German

philosopher Leibniz are...

the topic treated in this story.

In Voltaire's simplified vision,

Leibniz proposes...

that everything is good

in the best of all worlds.

What are you doing this afternoon?

Reading?

Maybe.

Don't you have anything more fun?

You need to take a step, now.

Don't you think so, honey?

September 13th, 2003

Ladies, you're late. You've got

two minutes to get dressed.

I'm getting mad of standing there

for hours without doing anything.

I don't manage

to think of anything else.

No, don't take my carpaccio!

No.

- Don't be cruel.

It's not for you. It's the only thing

I have for my dinner.

So hands off.

- What shall I eat now?

Shall I starve?

- Have some cheese.

Here you go.

Is there any bread?

- No.

Only Swedish Toast.

Did you meet your father?

We had a dinner last week.

How's his girlfriend?

I heard she doesn't talk so much.

Don't question me like this.

- I won't.

What do I care?

I'm just glad for him.

Your concept has some qualities.

You have an original vision

you stick to. But...

I see a fundamental problem.

A student residence isn't a place

for walk and spiritual growth.

I like the way

you're using the site.

You want to work horizontally?

All right. But it must be functional.

Covered terraces, trees,

a pond. Why not?

Nice, that reflection.

Like that bridge to the library.

But where do the students live?

There aren't enough rooms.

And they are too small.

Broom closets.

Nice big windows,

but they're still closets.

Will students in winter want

to walk two km to the dining room?

All that water is at the expense

of the common areas.

It's more suitable for a retreat

than for collective living.

What you have created,

is a monastery.

A house

should appeal to everyone...

while art isn't required

to fall in anybody's taste.

Art is a private matter

for its creator. A house is not.

Art is created

without concrete needs.

Houses answer a need.

People must be asked

what comforts them.

They dislike everything that affects

their security and disturbs them.

That's why they love houses

and hate art.

Four years and what?

Only silence.

Every day's a day without him.

If only I had faith. But I've a call.

Something to live for.

Isn't only that great?

Sh*t.

- I was going to warn you.

No.

Why not?

Therefore.

I don't feel for it.

Stop it, please, I don't like it.

- That's ridiculous.

You can sleep here if you want.

But don't touch me.

Is everybody here?

Alexandre, would you close the door?

Today I'd like to talk about

the aspects of a certain thing.

A thing that we call gleam.

What aspects would this have it be?

In fact, what is gleam?

A very faint light.

- Where can it come from?

From a candle.

- What else?

A glimpse.

A reflection?

- Something that glistens.

We can say a gleam of light.

- Yes.

Of twilight or dawn.

We can talk about a gleam of dawn.

Does it have a positive

or negative association?

Gleam...

Is that something we want to see?

How would you think about it,

which form, kind of image?

Can't we say it's what

remains of light?

What escapes from the dark.

Well.

In most cases, a gleam involves...

both light and darkness.

What do you think of it?

This weekend I read

a text by Tadao Ando...

in which he said that in

houses are no longer...

spaces to be found

where the light lives...

or where it is born.

Think about it that.

Because that's what's missing

in your concepts, in my opinion.

Light is too obvious for you.

Something's missing:

This nuance that makes the

difference. We could call it path.

You approach the light too...

literally, mechanically. When you

could also express doubt with it.

Start all over again.

Consider the building from the inside.

From the darkness, as if you

start with a dark compound.

Now everybody says a word

which he associates with darkness.

Don't think and don't try

to be too original.

Night.

- Void.

Secret.

- Death.

For me all these words

are important in architecture.

But I think of something

that is related to all of them.

The past?

- Almost.

Memory.

BERLIN:

They asked again for

an additional design.

We sent it last week.

Haven't they paid the first one yet?

Excuse me.

Laura, can you take it?

About half is invisible.

It's a kind of iceberg.

Imagine this grid as the portrayal

of an ideal city.

Very organized, and

perfectly reflecting the culture.

"They are modestly, but functionally

absorbing the world of imagery."

DENMARK:

What I wanted to say:

I like your new design very much.

In your work is courage and wisdom

visible that's rare for your age.

Why did you choose architecture?

I don't know.

I wanted something that

has to do with environment.

I think I know what you mean.

It's the only thing

I can really go for.

Why did you become an architect?

- It was never the intention.

I studied clarinet. But I got

problems and had to quit.

Do you regret?

- Not at all.

Musician is a good profession

but it's too lonely for me.

It would be a pity to leave

without having a swim.

I'd also like to show you

this beautiful place.

Before, nobody came to this beach

between airport and industrial area.

But since this complex is there,

people from Copenhagen come here.

It's a recreation resort

that respects the environment.

It's quiet to be so close to the airport.

It's well protected from wind,

let's check it out right now!

For the first time I don't

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