Journal intime d'un arbre - Van Cauwelaert

« I'm called Tristan, I'm three hundred years old and I've known the whole range of human emotions. I fell at dawn. A new life begins for me - but in what form? Will my consciousness and my memory inhabit each of my logs, or the statuette that a young girl has carved in my wood? Tumbling between the secrets of my past and the twists and turns of the present, bound in spite of myself to the fate of the two lovers of whom I was the common passion, I try to understand why I survive. Do I have a utility, a mission, a way of acting on the destiny of those who have loved me? » Paperback. 183 pages. (In french) 18 cm x 11 cm x 1 cm