Philippe Besson

I’m seventeen years old.

I don’t know then that one day I won’t be seventeen. I don’t know that youth doesn’t last, that it’s only a moment, and then it disappears and by the time you finally realize it, it’s too late. It’s finished, vanished, lost

My fingers find a constellation of moles, just as I guessed, on his back

We believe that we are protected by our youth. We are seventeen years old. You don’t die when you are seventeen years old.