For me, exploring the world has always been synonymous with freedom: a suspension point that, tinged with an old-fashioned romanticism, breathes the exhilaration of our inner confines.

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I have excavated in Kurdistan Region; practiced sambo in Moscow; or harvested tea in the prefecture of Kagoshima...

 

This wandering is who I am: it is that interrupted discourse of which the hours, echoes of my vile darkness, reveal my sauroctone soul. 

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In the shade of the sleeping mills, the nymphs sing the laughter of my childhood... Penetrate the soul of the world, it is said, liberates the lost. O Dante, O legendary cape beating the evils and the sailors, we will live your air for eternity.

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Jérôme.