In 1995, the book festival de Montaigu, we had with Michael, who came to "Extending the field of battle" , spoken poetry and Aubrac. Every year he left for the festival of transhumance ... In the bleating flock of microphones, after goncourt I see him in his black sheepskin.
poem taken from "The Skin" on collages Sarah Wiame
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