Note de l'auteur

Premier recueil de mon adolescence écrit après un gros chagrin d'amour, comme tout un chacun en connaît à cet âge où l'on est si souvent amoureux de l'amour, et l'époque où j'ai commencé mon long voyage dans la dépression et l'isolement. Malgré tout, il y a toujours eu de la lumière en moi, celle de mon âme, que dans ces nuits obscures, je suis allé rencontrer près de celui que l'on nomme par de multiples noms, mais qui ne renvoie qu'à cette même conscience que nous cherchons sans cesse et qui nous appelle toujours en un murmure si fragile que l'on passe souvent à côté, dans le vacarme de la vie moderne. Ce recueil fut aussi la base de construction de mon dernier recueil : La Chute De Babel, qui lui représente un aboutissement dans ma quête de moi, de la vie et de son sens profond, que seul nous pouvons trouver en nous-même, comme dans l'adage de Socrate : « Connais-toi toi-même et tu connaîtras l'univers et les Dieux. »

Quatrième de couverture

Ce recueil de poèmes est un kaléidoscope de mes humeurs où se mêlent des instants de bonheur et de détresse. Il se veut intimiste et sans pudeur, puisque mes poèmes sont des monologues, des mélopées qui bercent mes joies et mes chagrins. Mon parti pris : simplicité des mots et des images, mis en musique par les sonorités et le rythme des vers.

Author's Note

This first collection, written in adolescence in the wake of a great heartbreak — as everyone knows at that age, when one is so often in love with love itself — also marks the time when I began my long journey through depression and isolation. Yet through it all, there was always a light within me, the light of my soul, which in those dark nights I went to seek beside the one known by many names, but who points to nothing other than that same consciousness we endlessly pursue, and which calls to us always in a whisper so fragile that we so often walk straight past it, in the clamour of modern life. This collection was also the foundation upon which my latest work was built: La Chute De Babel, which represents a culmination in my search for myself, for life and its deepest meaning — a meaning only we can find within ourselves, as in the adage of Socrates: "Know thyself and thou shalt know the universe and the Gods."

Back Cover

This collection of poems is a kaleidoscope of my moods, where moments of happiness and distress intertwine. It is meant to be intimate and unguarded, for my poems are monologues — chants that cradle my joys and my sorrows. My guiding choice: simplicity of words and images, set to music by the sounds and the rhythm of verse.

Author's Note

This first collection, born of adolescence, was written in the wake of a great heartbreak — as everyone knows at that age, when one is so often in love with love itself — and marks the time when I began my long journey through depression and isolation. Yet through it all, there was always a light within me, the light of my soul, which in those dark nights I went to seek beside the one known by many names, but who points to nothing other than that same consciousness we endlessly pursue, and which calls to us always in a whisper so fragile that we so often walk straight past it, in the clamour of modern life. This collection was also the foundation upon which my latest work was built: La Chute De Babel, which represents a culmination in my search for myself, for life and its deepest meaning — a meaning only we can find within ourselves, as in the adage of Socrates: "Know thyself and thou shalt know the universe and the Gods."

Back Cover

This collection of poems is a kaleidoscope of my moods, where moments of happiness and distress intertwine. It is meant to be intimate and unguarded, for my poems are monologues — chants that cradle my joys and my sorrows. My guiding choice: simplicity of words and images, set to music by the sounds and the rhythm of verse.