The paradox, quite painful for me, is that I was already a royalist from a very young age. I could almost say, since childhood. My first readings of history led me to look for where the monarchy came from and how it worked. I know perfectly well that the monarchy, as I understand it and as other eras have experienced it, is now unthinkable.[…] Continue reading

[…] The hundred-year-old must of wine, which is sprinkled with water in the cellars. The power of his arm and his bronze shadow. The stained-glass window that recounts his loves and recalls his last battle darkens a little more each day under the smoke of lamps fed with bad oil. Like the howl of a siren Continue reading

Fever attracts the song of an androgynous bird, opening the way to the insatiable pleasure that branches out and crosses the body of the earth. Oh! the fruitless navigation around the islands Where women offer the traveler the fresh balance of their breasts And the terrifying sound in the hollow of their hips! The tender skin Continue reading