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Novels

The Locked Thoughts
Top Next	"An eternal and sharp sun attracts her eyes. The red pined sky seems to be loosing his blood. Medea is condamned to walk through an hostile apocalyptic environment. There is very little oxygene, no vegetation, no horizon whatesoever. The yellow rough ground cuts her nacked feet as she sways, beautiful and weak, in this silent immensity. There is no life but emptiness around. And this emptiness always brings her back to her own being and her actual sufferings.(...)"

The Debilopithetre
Top Next	«Focus on . Egmaville, a pretty Provincebourg County town in the early hours of the morning. Concentrating hard and sustaining a mental effort, I am watching this muggy and puffed town. I’m very drawn to her. I know Egmaville by heart. I was born there. Seen from above, I can see her perfectly. Even more, I can feel her in hers minute details. (...). In this deep muginess, this ever so white horizon, sometimes I suffocate. I absolutely need clearness and more fluidity.(...»

Metatron
Top Next	«At that time, Planet Earth was already so blue. Yet, only those who could really see began to perceive Colors which were soaking up one by one. White were the clouds. Purple the sundown. Blue the day sky. Green the trees that were weighed down by the abondant red and garnet-colored fruits. The Sun was shining brilliant yellow and the rainbows were bridges from Earth to the Sky. Sometimes, even the moon turned as orange as a big tangerine in the darkness of the night.(...) Underneath each single volcanic stone were hidden miracles and dreams. In each single grain, in silence, was sleeping Eternity.(...)»

Poems
The Heteroclites
Ad Vitam Eternam ... (piece of recueil "the heteroclites") Top Next	« Sans être née, j’étincelais. Mais j’ignorais ce que j’étais. Autour de moi tout ruisselait. Et ça brillait, et ça brillait. Etait-ce possible ? J’existais ? J’ai parcouru bien des contrées. J’ai vu l’Oman et l’ottoman. L’espace, le temps, même à dix ans, M’ont évoqué un Autrement. Je suis montée et descendue. J’ai avancé et reculé. Toutes ces années à me chercher Au-delà-de-ce-que-j’étais ! Imaginez !	Où vais-je aller ? Qui seul le sait ? Je me suis trouvée, c’est bien assez. J’vais repartir à ‘l’infinir’, Vous laisser à vos devenir. Sans être nés, vous ruisseliez Et ça brillait, et ça brillait. Mais j’ignorais qui vous étiez J’vous ai vu vivre et puis mourir Et ça criait, et ça criait ! Etait-ce possible ? Vous existiez ! Tout s’en va, s’en est allé A l’infini des sans-années Tout se mélange, est mélangé Je me sens partir et appelé (animé) Brillez !»

Essay
THE EXISTENTIAL VIVANTIAL PHENOMENOLOGY (E.V.P)
Introduction to ... Top	The questions that mobilize us, citizens of the world, today, should we be workers, agricultors, craftmen, scientists, teachers, theologians, artists, poets or writers, are existential questions, we must underline it. What will happen to me tomorrow? What will my job be in few years time? What kind of world will I leave to my children? How the planet will be in fifty years? Where does the Science go? In what shall I believe? Which direction shall I give to my existence? Is there life on other planets? And many more questions come in addition and clearly reveal our existential anxiety and fear of a pre-supposed "apocalyptic" tomorrow which could sign the decline of our civilization (genetic manipulations, massive pollution of nature and human values, loss of faith and hope, depression, idealisations that increase extremisms, mass identification) (…)