A wild edition of my correspondence sent to different people for ten years. An emotional roller coaster with destination to become what we must be. A declaration of love to destiny.

My laughter, my madness, my controversies, my fights, my bad habits, my contradictions, my encounters, my bad company, my art, my gurus, my shamans, my insults, my journeys, my compasses, my loves, my mistakes, my dilemmas, my failures, my tenderness, my tortures, my foolishness, my jokes, my hells, my heavens, my letters.

“I went on alone. I started to build myself again. To invent myself. I began to write satire, like a bird that begins to love its own cage. Suddenly in my writing the natural construction of a satirist, of a jester who laughs, emerged. Humour was born, my favourite island. I had spent 28 years wandering to discover a truth so simple, so basic. Thinking was a mistake! I had to dance! Nobody had educated me to dance.”

“I know very well that to go somewhere else is to take with me what has pained me and afflicted me since I was born: but it is movement, and you know it well, what some of us need at least for a while, at least until movement turns again into monotony, into stillness, and everything must go backwards, and then we have to invent something else.”

“I was never very fond of customs. In other words: I’m a savage. No, seriously speaking I have not been affected at all by the distance; I have spent Christmas reading and listening to music in my room -the picture is quite illustrative, isn’t it?”
“I think we only knew our names and a long list of beautiful lies.”

Letters

Wild Wisdom | ENG | Letters