Farewell Dear Stef
Stéphane Kervor has left us. Faithful friend, great artist, he’s making every picture in the Saga
Stéphane Kervor has left us. Faithful friend, great artist, he’s making every picture in the Saga
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?
The truth seeker will appreciate this list of unrecognized free genies and thinkers.