The paradox, quite painful for me, is that I was already a royalist at a very young age. I could almost say, since childhood. My first readings of history led me to seek out the origins and workings of the monarchy. I know perfectly well that the monarchy, as I conceive it and as other eras have experienced it, is now unthinkable. […] Continue reading

[…] The centuries-old must of the wine, which is watered in the cellars. The strength of his arm and his bronze shadow. The stained-glass window that recounts his loves and recalls his last battle grows darker each day under the smoke of lamps fueled by bad oil. Like the wail of a siren… Continue reading

Fever draws the song of an androgynous bird, paving the way for insatiable pleasure that branches out and traverses the body of the earth. Oh! The fruitless voyage around the islands, where women offer the traveler the cool sway of their breasts and the terrifying depth in the hollow of their hips! The tender skin… Continue reading