Few words:
On May 12th, 1981, a rather peculiar article appeared in a local French newspaper. A tiger had escaped from a zoo and killed a young man in a public garden. The local authorities had suggested the publication of a letter, the only document they found, in order to help in identifying the body. Although nobody ever claimed it, the letter was republished everyday, for an entire week with the title: “Tigre tueur”. It was something like this:
“My love,
I write from under our tree. I am waiting for you and you ‘re late. And every single expression of the spring reminds me of you. And it smells of this moment, when we looked at each other and cried because we knew it was forever. I mean, when we wished in secret that another moment should not be. And you see, another moment past, and another and those moments became a second… And this was already few years ago.
About the dream you told me this morning: have no fear. You are my landscape; you are the world in which I want to dissolve.” Camille
My book is about these words
And addressed to whom they may speak.