PART I

A still life dedicated to a friend of mine. We were about six years old, and we went swimming at the river. At one point we lay down on the grass, and there were flowers all around us. At one point my friend started talking about death, about how we were all going to die. I didn't understand what he was talking about, then he pointed to a flower nearby: - What happens if I pick it? - It will die. - The same thing happens to us.