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Merci à Jérôme

laurie agusti

a night journey Dépôt légal mars 2020 Séparation couleurs Nicolas Frühauf Impression  Jelgavas, Lettonie Isbn 978 - 2 - 37962 - 015 - 7 Merci à Nicolas Frühauf et Thomas Leblond pour leur aide précieuse. Ce livre est publié avec le soutien de Magelis et de la Région Nouvelle-Aquitaine. Loi no49 - 956 du 16 juillet 1940 sur les publications destinées à la jeunesse. © Biscoto – Laurie Agusti www.biscotojournal.com


Merci à Jérôme

laurie agusti

a night journey Dépôt légal mars 2020 Séparation couleurs Nicolas Frühauf Impression  Jelgavas, Lettonie Isbn 978 - 2 - 37962 - 015 - 7 Merci à Nicolas Frühauf et Thomas Leblond pour leur aide précieuse. Ce livre est publié avec le soutien de Magelis et de la Région Nouvelle-Aquitaine. Loi no49 - 956 du 16 juillet 1940 sur les publications destinées à la jeunesse. © Biscoto – Laurie Agusti www.biscotojournal.com


Imago wakes up in the parc, among the blades of grass. What time is it?

All around him the others lay on the leaves.


Imago wakes up in the parc, among the blades of grass. What time is it?

All around him the others lay on the leaves.


Nevermind! Imago is straving and he flies away.

He doesn’t notice the sleeping flowers.


Nevermind! Imago is straving and he flies away.

He doesn’t notice the sleeping flowers.


Imago feels a different air. The metro is restless.

In the rush of the crowd he is still hungry. He hasn’t found nectar.


Imago feels a different air. The metro is restless.

In the rush of the crowd he is still hungry. He hasn’t found nectar.


All of a sudden a flower bed appears to him, full of poppies.

Imago is delighted to see the green leaves and the bright petals.


All of a sudden a flower bed appears to him, full of poppies.

Imago is delighted to see the green leaves and the bright petals.


Imago comes closer. The flowers have no smell. He unfolds his trunk and feels around but he still can’t smell anything.

Has he catched a cold?


Imago comes closer. The flowers have no smell. He unfolds his trunk and feels around but he still can’t smell anything.

Has he catched a cold?


To the left, then to the right.

Really, there is nothing to smell.


To the left, then to the right.

Really, there is nothing to smell.


Although the sun should have risen the sky is gloomy.

The lights are dancing in the blurry dawn. Imago is worried.


Although the sun should have risen the sky is gloomy.

The lights are dancing in the blurry dawn. Imago is worried.


It is completely dark now. He has never seen such a thing.

Perhaps it wasn’t time to get up yet? But the city is so beautiful in the darkness.


It is completely dark now. He has never seen such a thing.

Perhaps it wasn’t time to get up yet? But the city is so beautiful in the darkness.


Dazzled by this unknown atmosphere, Imago doesn’t hear the strident singing.

He doesn’t see the two red eyes either, just there, right behind him.


Dazzled by this unknown atmosphere, Imago doesn’t hear the strident singing.

He doesn’t see the two red eyes either, just there, right behind him.


A bat is after him which almost bites his wings.

All of a sudden it changes direction. Another butterfly is chasing him.


A bat is after him which almost bites his wings.

All of a sudden it changes direction. Another butterfly is chasing him.


The two butterflies end up face to face. Who are you? And those colours? And those antennas? Where do you come from?

One of them tells about his nights, the lights, the singing and the bats. The other one explains what his days are like and the colours of the flowers in the sunlight.


The two butterflies end up face to face. Who are you? And those colours? And those antennas? Where do you come from?

One of them tells about his nights, the lights, the singing and the bats. The other one explains what his days are like and the colours of the flowers in the sunlight.


The moth takes him along.

Together, the insects fly around the street light. Imago jumps in.


The moth takes him along.

Together, the insects fly around the street light. Imago jumps in.


They are captivated and one by one, they join the ballet. The danse builds up.

While the midges form a group the beetles each have a different choreography.


They are captivated and one by one, they join the ballet. The danse builds up.

While the midges form a group the beetles each have a different choreography.


Imago is exhausted and doesn’t understand how the others hold the pace.

He is not the only one, tens of insects are on the ground, out of breath.


Imago is exhausted and doesn’t understand how the others hold the pace.

He is not the only one, tens of insects are on the ground, out of breath.


The street light switches itself off and the sun rises. The moths go to bed.

They nestle and fall asleep together, against a gate.


The street light switches itself off and the sun rises. The moths go to bed.

They nestle and fall asleep together, against a gate.


What a night! Imago tries to go to sleep but he sees a coloured swarm passing by.

He suddenly remembers that he is still hungry and flies away with them. He will sleep tomorrow!


What a night! Imago tries to go to sleep but he sees a coloured swarm passing by.

He suddenly remembers that he is still hungry and flies away with them. He will sleep tomorrow!


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