A world tour with Marie Lo Pinto
Marie Lo Pinto ate fugu fritters in Tokyo and the next day, whale sashimi in another restaurant: a very small restaurant hidden in the cellar of a 44-story tower.
In a hotel in Kyoto, she forgot a whole part of her wardrobe before taking the plane to go from the Land of the Rising Sun to the other side of the Pacific; in the United States then in Canada, where she would have liked to see live whales rather than very thin slices on a cold plate.
She rode the Ferris wheel in an amusement park in Florida, a roller coaster in Brussels where she also ate fries, once rode a mule in the Atlas, in Morocco, and on a camel in the Algerian desert (she specifies in passing that she prefers to walk next to a horse than on its back).
Despite appearances, she is not a great adventurer nor an expert in geography, does not speak Japanese or Chinese, and sometimes French is like a foreign language to her.
She doesn't even know the names of all the European capitals but remembers that in Vienna, one afternoon in November, she went by horse-drawn carriage in the snow from the opera to Sigmund Freud's office. She had not made an appointment; they met differently.
She grew up in a city on the outskirts of Nîmes, learned to read in a school that no longer exists, lived in the northern districts of Marseille where she worked as a clinical psychologist (after dancing and traveling, psychoanalysis taught him other movements).
Today, she resides between Ardèche and Exopotamia , publishes texts in magazines and on poetry sites like Dissonances or Sitaudis , travels most of the time alone and without diligence, like a mother who quietly goes to look for her children at school.
Fugues is his first book. It was written in Saint-André, in a small house located very close to the towers of Castellane, Grand Littoral, L'Estaque and the autonomous port.