Julien Creuzet, Ricochets, The pebbles that we are, will flow through, Here is the unknown that abounds. I am alone in the immensity, and the identity is new, who am I under the wild foliage. Eden, amen, the grandiose beauties, I have made of my nature my equal. My re and my soul mate. I am here as elsewhere leaning against the trunk betrayed. I have the tirailleur look. There are yesterday in my tears. I know in advance that all this is only a representation. And that from page to image, I go back in time. I remember my story in the reess of the lake. 2016. Vidéo-poème (text from Julien Creuzet) 27’’ 50’. Video-poem (texte de eva Barois de Caevel).