Anarchist ["We can't say it enough, anarchism is the order without the government, it is peace without violence. This is precisely the opposite of everything it is accused, or by ignorance or by bad faith." Hem Day], fiery, moaner, cheerful, sensitive, funny, cynical, misanthropic, tortured and shifted, authentic and resentful, alone and lonely, think and talk too much, almost vegetarian, rather night owl than early bird, thoroughly summer, hibernate in winter... My passions are psychology [it's my job too], music, cars, motorbikes, reading, writing, shooting sport [IPSC], cinema, art, dance, architecture, photography, gothicism and fetishism, concert, billiards, sun, rides, nature... life!

My bruised heart on my left thigh. It's about the more dramatic story of my life which happened quite recently. I learned a lesson that can be summarized by the following Indian proverb written on my leg "le scorpion pique celui qui l'aide à sortir du feu" which can be translated as "the scorpion stings the one who helps him out of the fire". I will never help someone again by putting myself in trouble. You can't save someone who really wants to destroy himself. Even if you love him. You have to protect you first and take your distance which is quite simple in theory but not in practice. I had to let him fall and stand it. I never thought he'd let it get this far. I was shattered! I had to reconstruct myself and, now, i'm different for ever. I will never forget and never forgive!