Well this most definitely is not a pipe. Nor is this book a novel. Not a proper one anyway. But in the words of a wise tour guide “DO NOT PANIC!” You can read it still because ultimately it could be about you if you let it be so…It has a talking horse and a woman rambling through the land. It could be about Baron Münchausen or Don Qixote but it is not. It is a story about a face radiating in the light and words resonating in the head, about walking the land letting the magical brain area roam free, finally beginning to understand how we got from there to here. Because language and gestures do not fossilize we cannot know but there are possibilities, definite possibilities… Take the first step and read on.
Petit éditeur associatif dans la région Centre, (26 auteurs édités pour une quarantaine d’ouvrages publiés depuis 2012) j’ai fait appel plus de vingt fois à COPY-MEDIA pour fabriquer mes propres ouvrages et ceux des...