Public Confession
In no way do I want to think of myself as something I am not. This is permanent.
In no way do I want to think of myself as something I am not. This is permanent.
I have found more than twenty past lives. Did I really experience them?
After a painful, deadly moult, I discover the glory of the body. Magical, absolute, great.
How lucky I am! I received so many gifts all my life long.
What has changed in fifty years? Very little indeed.
Six ancient or recent poems by a humble & modest poet (French version only)
I hear voices. A feminine crowd talk to me inside. Day, night, anytime. Often.
Since Marcel Proust, no biography worthy of the name can ignore the Proustian technique.
Small or large, a puzzle starts with the edges where the pieces are easier to find.
Yes, why twelve years of toil, expense, self-sacrifice, sweat, worries, daily efforts?
Thanks to you, the Saga will live. Your gifts bring a new life that makes its heart beat.
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