Jean-Noël Mistral, wandering poet and buissonnier dreamer, delivers his poems between brambles and cicadas. A fragile and funny read, suspended between laughter and mist, where you never know whether it's lard, verse or genius. Jean-Noël Mistral, poet of sunken paths and wild grasses, appears from nowhere, barefoot, with his notebooks in hand. Half shepherd, half ghost, he unfolds a reading of his "best poems" - at least the best. His hesitant voice, his gaze lost in the hills, his simple, luminous words create a theatre of the moment, funny, offbeat and deeply poetic.
Is he a true poet or a false prophet? An oddball or a disarmingly wise man? It doesn't really matter. Jean-Noël, a man a little out of touch with the world, touches our hearts with nothing more than a notebook, a voice and a presence. Come and listen to this fragile breath, between two laughs, between two silences.