Small or large, a puzzle always starts with the edges. The pieces of the edges are easier to find. We arrange the parts that attract us, those we recognize. Trial and error. That’s how I started the Saga of Eden, which you read more and more… Especially in China! For the first month, the number of Chinese readers exceeded that of French readers who have held the lead for 20 years.
I was told that my last texts were full of bitterness. It happens. Rest assured, everything comes and goes. It’s the law. Yes, I recognize my bitter state from then. But that’s in the past. While waiting for it to come back — it’s the refrain.
Death has tickled my glands many times lately. I forgot I was immortal. How distracted I was! Soul and Death. Certainly I have a venerable age. But I hate being worshipped. It makes me angry…
Anyway, L’Âme et la mort is one of the most complete chapters. I have to believe that it tickles me. Well yeah, I’m way past the age of thinking you’re immortal.
Here, take a look at the list of titles. And click on the one that speaks to you the most. Even and especially if you are not 76 as I am …
Come on, we must hoist the sail and sail towards more beautiful seas. You who read me, dear friends, you also complete your inner puzzle, you seek to fill in the holes of the landscape, the historical faults, the inaccuracies of your school memories… You puzzle, I puzzle, everyone is constantly puzzling. Will we ever be finished? Will we manage to fill our gaps, erase our shortcomings, perfect our attitudes, regulate our behaviors, replace the cold winter with the joy of spring?
This is all the harm I wish for each and every one of us: completeness. Fulfillment. The awakening of this sleeping power, which would be better come unfolded in all its magnitude. Like Eden Saga. Will I manage to fill the gaps? Would I have enough time to plug the remaining holes? Each new advance forces me to rectify several old versions, random pieces, pieces that no longer fit into the puzzle, or that were not in their place.
Will I manage to deploy a standard that is not eaten by moths? The moths of time, the maggots of memory have nibbled so much and more, difficult to find. Our well-crafted past extends behind me like a tarnished mirror. The almost gone taint gives him a faded complexion. Very clever who will fill it. I am more lucky to please my beautiful in bed than to make my articles jubilate. Hence the bitterness.What bitterness? Stop this refrain!
But today I want to sing. The coming winter will be painful, as much as mine which will never go away.
At the time when the trees unleaf
When they don’t keep a single leaf
Who does not fall on the ground
When my poverty knocks me down
At war with me from everywhere
In blood freezing winds of winter
I was born a singer, I spent my youth dreaming of scenes and performing on all those that were offered. With middle age, I only sang for my tape recorder. With old age, I sing for myself in petto, or allegro forte if no one can hear me, because I always love singing as much as a croquignolet rossignolet. Without worrying about years and sorrows, he sings, it’s his way of life. And it’s mine itou.
This site is a song that only I can hear. Piano, pianissimo, it goes as one dances, and the more I dance, the more gets intense. Forte, fortissimo.
Puzzle, you’re laughing at me, you know that I won’t have the time to finish you off, even if I live a hundred years, a hundred and thirty years, or even a thousand years.
The impossible agreement between my dream and this real that stings, hostile, unknown. A real that I should learn a little every day, but no, on the contrary I flee from it, I hate it and I live alone in the middle of the ruins that hold up to me as past. It’s enough, it’s packed.says the whale
And this mania for ugly puns! There is none in the English version, that’s probably why it has more readers than the French one, which remains my favorite. Recently, a stream from the Far East has just won the victory: I have more Chinese readers than French speakers! Because they read me in English… When China awakens… the world will tremble, wrote Alain Peyrefitte. It looks like it has finally done it, and the world isn’t shaking yet — it’s wrong. Wait to see what happens in a few years.
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