This post is dedicated to Iris Van de Casteele, a belgian poet who lives in Paraguay.
She honoured me by writing a poem about my works in a collection named Grains de folie, poem which my modesty forbids me to reproduce here (even if she was kindly making fun of my failures).
At the same time, she was punlishing another collection of poems, in german this time, called Reflexionen where I found the text that follows.
Last weekend, I went for a walk on a pebble beach not far from home where the pebbles are made of schist and not of granite as usual in the area.
I picked up some to see whether I could make something out of them.
