Public Confession
In no way do I want to think of myself as something I am not. This is permanent.
The Author
My Parallel Lives
I have found more than twenty past lives. Did I really experience them?
Rebirth
After a painful, deadly moult, I discover the glory of the body. Magical, absolute, great.
How Lucky I Am!
How lucky I am! I received so many gifts all my life long.
High Solitude
What has changed in fifty years? Very little indeed.
Learning Her
Six ancient or recent poems by a humble & modest poet (French version only)
My Forty Inhabitants
I hear voices. A feminine crowd talk to me inside. Day, night, anytime. Often.
The Taste of the Madeleine
Since Marcel Proust, no biography worthy of the name can ignore the Proustian technique.