With happy hands, Alain Freixe, poet born in Nice in 1946, goes on an adventure and invites us to accompany him there. He seeks to “give face to what is not made for the gaze” and draws up the panorama of a continent made up of familiar elements (a raven passing in the sky, a colchicum on the edge of a river) which take on, through the rhythm of the poem, an intensity just beyond their image. “At the stream / it’s summer / this laziness of the water”.
At the end of the volume, a warm conversation with his editor allows Alain Freixe to retrace his career. More than forty years spent on poetic lands through teaching, reviews, festival animation in addition to a very rich bibliography in order to transmit this joy of words on the roads. “On the flayed mirrors / of the world / passes a light in a hurry / to return to itself”.