"Serious stuff! You talk like a grown-up! You confuse everything... you mix everything up! I know a planet where there is a crimson man. He has never breathed a flower. He has never looked at a star. He has never loved anyone. He has never done anything but add up. And all day long he repeats like you: "I am a serious man! I am a serious man!" and that makes him swell with pride. But he is not a man, he is a mushroom!
The little prince at the pilot's wheel
The Little Prince brings people together and federates them with its clear-sightedness and depth, which has stood the test of time without losing an ounce of veracity and poetry. This is the text that splashed in my face during the first confinement and which has become omnipresent in my head in all the unprecedented and even distressing situations of a world in the throes of transformation.
Madeleine de Proust for some, a necessary discovery for others, from a very young age Saint Exupéry's masterpiece concerns us and lives in us through our memories or through the inner child who has managed to keep his place in us.