It is my first book of poems. I strive to respond to the poetic wish aiming at presenting to the reader a mixture of sounds, rhythms, images and emotions, as well as a feast for the eyes and the ears. If I haven’t succeeded, it wouldn’t be for lack of trying. I haven’t chosen any order and category. Some poems express joy of living, a desire to dabble in verse. Others describe a not too joyful emotional reality. This half-hearted mixture derives from my complex role as an observer, an actor, an appraiser. Many of the poems have a didactical ambition such as “suicide” which discourages the suicidal attitude right from the beginning, taking it for an insult to that rich arrays of positive assets we, as human beings, naturally possess. Next, the poem goes as far as to propose remedy for this human tragedy. By the same token the poem “si vis pacem, para bellum” makes us think about the uselessness of wars raging through human generations. Then, it suggests new formulae that could help us improving on our international and national relationships, which, by the way, let to be desired. “A moment of silence” invites us to remember the masses, the underdog, the millions of working people making possible the outcome of the wonders of the world. It above all reminds us that the anonymous, the forgotten represent the true breeding ground, the foundation of mankind, throughout ages. We should have done our best to at least insure them of the basic necessities. “Love” aims at the dilemma of its own nature. As old as mankind; it still looks fragile, fleeting, always in a trance. “A sheet of paper” tells us about its flat and dormant conscience that may wake up either in a trash can or in a tumultuous and captivating situation. “Marriage” tries to describe the “very” nature of communal life. “Doubt” gets confused with an explanation of convenience, without losing its overwhelming and sad privilege of human beings. “Reason” complains about our treating it as a poor relation and with no consideration before our actions. Would you believe that “The bag” and a man turn the elects of a marvelous destiny? Both have the good fortune to experience the touching of the same female hand. “Nightmare” puts the sleeper in such intense situation that, waking up with a start, he blows a kiss of gratitude to the dazzling sun and his smiling wife. You can imagine the author’s puzzlement: He could not have any “favorite”. They seem all inviting topics. Many of these poems have already appeared in my literary works. A list of these appears at the previous section of this brochure. You may take delight of three more poems added to this edition: Terrier-Rouge (my native city), My pretty butterfly (2) and The student and the dying black wasp. I hope you will take delight in these writings.