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Fred Pellerin - A teller in Paris / Elsewhere, a tale. Poetry.

"In a curtain raiser," The World recently published an article on Fred Pellerin a storyteller to conquer Paris. Macha Séry wrote: "Imagine, say, a mix between Henry Gougaud and Jamel Debbouze, Yannick Jaulin and Gad Elmaleh . Not sure, sure, he would have the little face of Fred Pellerin, 33 years, adds to the slim blond, chin is pointed and round glasses. No doubt, however, it blends traditional storytelling and natural sense of comedic improvisation. Occupation? Storyteller. And yet? Man band, guitar, mandolin and harmonica. What else? Head of a large family, funny and talkative. " (1) This family is the corn of St-Élie-de-Caxton , Quebec. (2) .

At oral . "In the parlance of origin, which turns old French flavor and makes it malice, fabulist adds verbal invention, the taste for neologisms, the distortion of language, the humor." (1)

In writing. "In writing, language poetry wife (purifies sentences, highlight images, puns) and oral the vivacity of dialogue born of public reaction, mood one night. " (1)

In the article World we praise the show Fred Pellerin" The Time harvester, very popular French "flabbergasted." As for me, here is a tale full of poetry and delicacy called "Elsewhere" from the book "Take the bull by the stories." (3)

OTHERWISE
a tale of Fred Pellerin

St. Elijah Canon, who defended the invasion by the mouth of his refrains is my village. A seat that distant echo within you until the end of the world. Enveloping come a mother rocking melody whose notes intersect smoothly. St. Elijah Canon: a signed agreement. And if peace requires a lot of sacrifices voice, there is always a mercy to deal with it. Babine was the one who paid dearly for the happiness of others.
After all convictions accumulated, we understand that our self-esteem was crazy leached. The news of his departure story to a general reaction.

_ Go fly! It
_ where else? It
_ by!

With us, it worked like this: you watch the moon, the fool looks at the finger. Shows you the finger, the fool looks at the sun. And that morning when reel decided to go, she was shown the East, stating that it was far, but it promised great. He picked up a few Cossins (business) in a canvas bag. He whistled his dog and the hood was directed eastward.

few days that he had been simmering since a peep, and elsewhere took heavenly proportions. Elsewhere he conceived as a village of fairy tales. A perfect hometown. Elsewhere St. Elsewhere ... Canon, maybe. He who had never left the surrounding small, that he trod the path of utopia. His suyiers (shoes) in the new feet, raving to the soul led the pitch. It passes through the village one last time, heading east.

He was soon tracking down Charette, then went to St. Barnabas North. Always there, smiling, for a new life. He fantasized residents of St. Elsewhere Canon, all the pleasures clothed, dressed in happiness two parts, from head to toe. Above all, he thought walking into a world where everyone would be one and not less. A place where he would be part of everything, where we take for anything other than nothing. Finally, a way to reconnect with its first person singular.
Then he stood firm. He spent the rank of the Great River, crossed Yamachiche. Always there, without deviating one degree ...

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Arriving at night, he had unearthed no sign displaying its destination or some similar name. He thought to himself that the road stretched longer than expected. And at the same time he feared missing a fork. He consoled himself that the more things would be far more than he would have time to get an idea. Least he would arrive at destination and dreams remain intact long. With any luck, he could invent and mentally inventorying all small racoins his new city. Plus it's far more we see grand.La night fell into his legs tired, he crossed the ditch to racotiller (curl) in small ball in tall grass. He took off his shoes, made himself a slice of buttered bread of misery. Before falling asleep, he took care to ensure that its suyiers (shoes) are in place. To remember where he went, he parked pointing eastward. Like that on waking, he would go ahead. That he would avoid detours. Head on his backpack, his dog lying along its back, Babine walked barefoot on the path of dreams. His Suyère remained awake, always on the lookout for the sight of tomorrow.

The World of Fred Pellerin. The village of St-Élie-de-Caxton.

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[] (1) "In a curtain raiser," The World publishes an article on Fred Pellerin, a storyteller to conquer Paris. Macha Sery. Article published in the edition of 30.05.10. To read the article, click here .

[] (2) To see the world of Fred, click here .
[] (3) Fred Pellerin Take the bull by the tales , Rebel Planet Publishing, Book and CD, "Elsewhere", p.93 at p.95.