Douro Editions "Through reading, we become absent from ourselves and our own lives." Alphonse Karr
The earth turns, yes, that's for sure. Since the first turn of the first day. Without qualms. In the infernal cycle of absolute indifference. It blooms and perishes everywhere at full speed, with great pomp or on the sly. Each day destroys the previous one with a single sunburst. And the nights cleanse the "blood-soaked walls of shame." Everything seems ready for The Hangover. But on "a beach in the Mediterranean dream, kids dive, play, and romp." Spin, merry-go-round! Life is there, slipping between the poems for a resurrection. Henri Estèbe "I have disrupted the unity of time that no longer counts. In the great upheaval of life, I play with the hours like a child."