The rare and honest confession of a 50-year-old to his grandson in flashback! The story of a man who loved and was loved by women, guided solely by his lust, and has filed a charming and provocative autobiography full of sensations and memories. The author was born in the second half of the last century.
This book, which is not his first, has been published under a pseudonym. A well-known member of French society and a man of intellectuals and journalism, he does not wish to disclose his identity or biographical details for personal reasons.
A lonely walk through the foggy boulevards of the French capital. Or in the noisy Athenian avenues... Or in the cobbled streets of the Old Town in Barcelona... The route is always the same... The route of a man who stands at the threshold of the second half of his life, saying goodbye, reminiscing and recounting his youth. The trips, the gambling, the nights out, the favorite city... But above all, the women. The women who hid him in their bosoms, created him, "killed" him in order to give birth to him again from the beginning. The unquenchable thirst for adventure, love, unconditional surrender to the magic of the moment – however dangerous, painful it may prove. Years have passed since then... Age drags behind it a heavy burden: maturity and reason, limitations and boundaries, fears, wounds and guilt - and a graying blur that seemed so bright in young eyes. And yet, the same flame still flickers in the same eyes. The journey does not end here, other hugs-ports, other loves-storms, and other salty moments of loneliness await. As the author writes: "My path will sometimes be lonely, but it will always be my own, personal path. Soon, through new acquaintances, I will rediscover a busy boulevard of pleasure and love
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