By choosing Benameur Jeanne, I was sure to experience a magical and precious moment. Out of time, wrapped in a bubble, I let myself be carried by the writing. A write extreme brevity that breathes poetry and delicate thanks to words. Hésior, Zeppo and Nabaltar now live on the margins of the world, a world that is not by theirs. They ensure one-on-united by their love for Mira. To honor him, they make with a piece of cloth relics. Cult objects they bury in selected locations. The trail to the stars in their caeur beats, flowing in their blood. When Mira was flying in the air, it was their love that ages admired.
I do not say more in order not to break the intensity of this text lyrical tribute to the circus people, to those who make us dream and love. This is a strong and beautiful reading! And I closed this book full of emotions ...