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This log book is a curious voyage, the route of a man with the pseudonym
of "sphinx", this imaginary character, enigmatic, artist skimmer
of dreams... To take a sphinx’s posture, is indeed for me, putting
the exact distance which separates the facts from reality... Writing,
being a poetic value in itself, rich writing based on the life of this
person of small practices, writings of rare fragments, bringing an unexpected
pleasure. A virtual peregrination around the world... unknown adventures
made of happinesses and accidents, a story made of many contradictory
times : it is a jubiliant interior phantasm, gleaning a sheaf of facts
at the same time unusual and terribly significant. Another past another
present... "the Sphinx" will he kill, will he devour all those
that will not answer his enigmas? I lived long years in silence, patiently,
to swallow the pain of the day and night. From my motionless position,
I gently raise but I protect myself... I think I found a short cut and
I start to walk alone "the Sphinx" awakes finally, goes gradually
being reborn like the phoenix and burn his life. This is where the voyage
really starts...
