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Entre rêve et réalité
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Ongoing, First published Aug 20, 2019
J'ai écrit ce recueil en cours d'atelier d'écriture lors de ma première année en licence de Lettres Modernes. 

Mon recueil est un mélange de rêves, de cauchemars et de réalité. Il paraît que les rêves et les cauchemars dévoilent, durant notre sommeil, des sentiments refoulés. Peut-être est-ce vrais ou peut-être pas. 

Mon recueil a pour thème les éléments. Les prénoms de mes personnages sont liés à la nature comme la terre, l'air, l'eau et le feu. Ils sont tous une partie entière de moi qui sommeil et attendent pour pouvoir se montrer. 

La réalité est souvent trop dure pour être réelle, et l'imaginaire est un monde si vaste que jamais personne n'en fera le tour. Alors je me permet de vous présenter une partie de ma réalité, dans laquelle, je l'espère, vous vous retrouverez ne serait-ce qu'un peu.
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