Excerpt from "King of the Valley", as L. Bourdelas bed Gateway (Limoges) Sunday, March 13, 2011 at 11am (free admission) 
the school of the Mint, built in Limoges to 19 th century in the neighborhood of childhood that I had shared with the writer Emmanuel Georges Clancier, the master black blouse once invited a snake showman. It wrapped itself around her arm, and even those around the bravest among us. I contented myself with fondling no particular sympathy, but brought back with pride this act of bravery to my parents. However, I checked several days if a snake was not concealed at the bottom of the toilet bowl, which could bite my butt when I sat. Snakes, there were lots of booklets devoted to the animals that my father bought for me every week in the office of tobacco. The collection was called Wildlife and he gradually assembled as commander in leather bindings that are always straight to the bottom of one of my libraries. There was a binding by continent. In fact, my favorite animals at the time were those of the generic Pet World François de La Grange or Jungle Book that my father brought me to see movies. The lover of jazz that could only play was to see monkeys dancing to a soundtrack of Louis Prima. I went myself eventually become an alligator - that is to say, a jazz fan ... Later, we would spend a day at the Vincennes Zoo with Mom, staying long moments watching the evolving chimpanzees and lions, and there would be Seal's Lament Alaska sung by Quebec Beau Dommage, " ; that makes children laugh, it lasts forever long when the kids are great ... it's not worth it to let those we love to go to run balls on his nose ".
In my Fables de La Fontaine, frogs crossed rats, wolves, storks, sheep, and attended small fish crows and foxes. " This lesson is well worth a cheese, perhaps?" The Goat Seguin fought all night to be eaten in the morning and the wolf was waiting blandly Little Red Riding Hood and pots of jam, as Bruno Bettelheim was still one to me.
On television (a big trunk, which broadcast in black and white), there was the yellow and red snail The bespectacled rabbit, dog Pollux (who looked a bit like Michel Polnareff with her long yellow hair), and then the cow hat blue Magic Roundabout or geese laying scarves Dotted Aglaia and Sidonie : "To all children who are obedient, we will say goodbye the way." . I looked Saturnin duck lying on her couch under an umbrella and I thought it was normal. "Come, all friends, great and small ... Here comes your friend Saturninus. " There was still Tutu's House and most importantly, there was Belle and Sebastian . Medhi, the little boy and his big white dog in the series of Cecile Aubry. Gilles Dreu, a big hair and mustache, singing Alouette. "One day perhaps we will be happy ..." he hummed . That was in 1968. I would soon be seeing Leny Escudero maintained his Cancre on stage. It was a time when The Lion by Joseph Kessel resembled the series Daktari , on whose back was walking with a smile the actress Cheryl Miller.
was for me a time of pancakes and Croisic ball flew in Argeles my father never managed to catch up. A time of soft snow falling on Strasbourg Christmas Eve. A curing time at The Bournemouth and churches oozing dirty piss and fascism in Spain. Time red flag on the station Limoges. Time Lark, lark . It was the time of my Magic Roundabout, which was wrapped around my arm like a snake in the school. He grew up, grew up to occupy the whole center of my house, and the world is full of my snake.
