truly, this text, 'l'imaginaire de la poétesse', is my mea culpa to my parents and loved ones who made it through with me in my worst years. How I insulted everyone! i was mad with rage online. I never yelled at them except around 2008 maybe, on the phone (my parents). The depth of our miscommunication up to 2021 was phenomenal. They never abandonned me. And I doubted their love for decades!!!!!! Just so you know, I doubted hubby's love for a long time too, about 10 years...It is as if there is an accuracy switch off about who loves and who does not, and I am super critical of everyone in my life....