The street corners mentioned in this eulogy are those of my Corsican family village. Through the presentation of six different places, I tried to share the explosion of feelings that animate me every time I go there. And to express them, nothing better than to write poems, each of which takes up the five senses: taste, sight, touch, hearing and smell. Poetry is nothing other than memory, sensitivity and harmony, and this literary genre seemed to me the best way to pay homage to my village hidden in the maquis, a regenerating summer interlude.
Year Category Place
2021 Edition Corsica