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Basically I am a storyteller. My closest relatives are Munchhausen and Gulliver. I love inventing fantastic worlds, because fantasies are always more perfect than reality. And then, I try as best I could to turn these fantasies into reality. Occasionally I succeed. Sometimes it happens quickly, in a single day - other times I have to wait for many years...

I am a storyteller, and you don't have to believe anything I say. You can question any event I've described here. But believe one thing : fantasy is only a premonition of reality, and dreams are meant to come true. Otherwise, whats the use in dreaming?

The planets of my universe are populated with perpetually late rabbits, giant windmills, promenading noses, talking cats and their smiles, floatin independently beside you. But the most perfect planet in my universe is that of chilhood. Only in childhoodare reality and fantasy, workdays and dreams balanced in perfect harmony and exist as an undivided whole. A child can hear the most important notes in the music of the universe. Only by following our childhood dreams can we arrive at happiness. But people too often lose that guiding thread as they grow older. [Résumé de l'éditeur]