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With Nicolas Crousse, in this great poetic game that is life

Our colleague from "Le Soir" dares to "Return to his native country". Puzzle-like scattered pieces of life whose tongue enchants and emotion embraces.

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By Jean-Claude Vantroyen
Reading time: 4 min

Nicolas Crousse is a big kid. At 55, he still is. If her body is decked out in adult tinsel, her soul has retained the poetry of childhood. He did not say "goodbye to hopscotch, forbidden games, blackcurrant naps, candy flavors" nor "to the candour of honey and the wild cries that once colored our peach cheeks". He resisted the "crac inside!" of education and teaching, which teaches how to swallow joy, control emotions, stop living as if dancing, to walk in step. And this spirit of childhood, he shows it in this Return to his native land.

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With Nicolas Crousse, in this great game poetic that is life

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