av Frederic Hunter
366,-
Translated from the famous French novel, "I Miss You, Angel," this book chronicles the epic journey of a highly successful writer embarking on a quest to fulfill his dream: finding love. It's a funny, witty, easily accessible novel with great depth. "I died so many times before living, so many times that I couldn't tell you how many times I died in a single day without her. She, she's someone to me. And it's true, everyone experiences it, everyone knows it from having crossed paths, life is full of people, but sometimes, along the way, we truly cross someone. In the crowd, amidst all the faces in the world, you grasp, quite unknown, obviously unknown but not at all a stranger. The face of an old friend, undoubtedly from a forgotten time, carrying that air of déjà vu, of already loved, and even so loved. It's love that remembers that face. Love remembers everything, even what hasn't happened yet." Art does not reproduce the visible; it makes visible. Paul KLEE