“I love people happy and sad, the broken faces and beauties virgins, those who have a story to tell. I love the melancholy, the strident notes and feeling of Faber Castell on my sheet full of fresh paint. I like to lean forward and dream of tomorrow. I like to sleep on your stomach and feel my feet out of bed. I like to sleep late and get up later. I like heated discussions, the slaps in the face, the grin that speak volumes. I drool even more if they make noises of a washing machine…”

Lucas Beaufort