Le temps est un faucon qui plonge

At the time of the reviews, Marc Alyn, Born poet on March 18, 1937 in Reims, hailed by Philippe Soupault, André-Pieyre de Mandiargues and Claude Roy, publishes a volume of incandescent memoirs that are all chapters illuminated by the shimmering light of encounters, strands of a life marked by the seal of a certain mystic, which would confuse the sky and the stars, the bursts of language and the invention of a world of its own.