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The future calls him, without fear, he has only one fear that of boredom but he knows that it is incompatible with its frantic pace.
His pen whispers stories to him and will soon come to bed on paper in the form of new pieces but also a book to tell his own. As for the stage, why not, on the side yard or the garden side, its entry can be done tomorrow.
For today, because tomorrow can still wait briefly, he directs the Festival of Anjou solo, thinks to buy a small theater and sees well with Arlette, his faithful admirer on all fours, play the gentleman of a house of Breakfast.
The curtain is not ready to fall,
nor the applause to choke in the face
of this solar energy and, of course, theatrical, only waiting to pursue the challenges of his desires.
