"- Que deviennent les rêves qui se brisent ?
- Les rêves ne se brisent pas.
- Que deviennent les rêves qui se brisent ?
- Le terreau des rêves à venir."

Pierre Bottero est mort hier soir dans un accident de moto.

Il compte parmi les premiers auteurs que j'ai aimé, que j'ai suivis, qui m'ont ouvert le fantastique et l'imaginaire. J'admirais l'homme, j'admirais l'oeuvre, j'admirais le message qu'il portait. Le cercle littéraire français vient de perdre l'un de ses fers de lances et l'un de ses plus élégants, ouverts et chaleureux auteurs.

J'ai un trou dans le cœur. Beaucoup ont pleurés à la mort de Michael Jackson. Je pleure la mort de Pierre Bottero.

"La mort est un cadeau que nous offrent ceux qui partent. Un cadeau exigeant, écrasant, mais un cadeau. La possibilité de grandir, de comprendre, de s'ouvrir, d'apprendre."
Ellana l'Envol, édition commentée par l'auteur.

"Si je vis dans un monde aux limites finies, connues, d'autres existent ailleurs, infinis, multiples, complexes, riches, foisonnants, merveilleux. Les auteurs sont les passeurs, leurs livres les portes qu'ils nous proposent de franchir."
Ellana l'Envol, édition commentée par l'auteur.

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My first journal in english...

" - what become the dreams which break?
- The dreams don't break.
- What become the dreams which break?
- The earth of the dreams to come. "

Pierre Bottero died yesterday evening in an accident of motorcycle. For English, it has to evoke nothing.

Pierre Bottero was one of the most known French authors of fantastic literature. Its pounds, Ewilan and his suite, stood out a great deal of young or less young French, for their poetry, their delicacy, their imagination and their beauty.

He counts among the first authors that I liked, that I followed, which opened me the fantasy and the imagination. I admired the man, I admired the work, I admired the message which it carried. The French literary circle has just lost one of its chains of lances and one of its most elegant, opened and warm authors.

I have a hole in the heart. Many cried in Michael Jackson's death. I cry Pierre Bottero's death.

" The death is a present which those offer us who leave. A requiring, erasing present, but a present. The possibility of increasing, of understanding, to open, to learn. "
Ellana the Flight, the edition commented by the author.

" If I lived in a world in the finished, known limits, the others exist somewhere else, infinite, multiple, complex, rich, abundant, magnificent. The authors are the boatmen, their books the doors which they suggest us crossing. "
Ellana the Flight, the edition commented by the author.

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