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| Henri Martin,
"Saint-Cirq" |
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« After a car ride dedicated to
the opening of the first "world road" - the only road
of hope -, Saint-Cirq, set aglow by Bengal lights, appeared to
me like an impossible rose in the night. |
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There was certainly something of
love at first sight about it, if I think back that the following
morning I came back with the intention to discover the very
heart of this marvellous flower : it had stopped growing but had
stayed intact. |
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Beyond any other site of Europe
or the Americas, Saint-Cirq put the spell on me - the one which
binds you forever. I have stopped wanting to be elsewhere. I
believe the secret of its poetry is similar to some of Rimbaud's
Illuminations and that it is produced by the extremely rare
equilibrium of the most perfect difference of its levels. |
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But the listing of all these
means is far from exhausting the secret. Every morning, when I
get up, I have the impression of contemplating through my window
the very best of art, nature and life.» |
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André
Breton |
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