Bøker av Philippe Gregoire

We sink deeper and deeper into the viscera and tormented moods of this young man who lives only on dreams and adventures, and occasionally sex and romance. Unless it's the other way around...Out of generosity he gives us everything. Aren't we all the same with our imperfect human emotions? How good it is that he takes us to visit our shadow areas that we too often deny, making us incomplete beings...From isolated lands to lost lands, he gives us his intimate secrets, full of his old lives and their emotional scoriae. Thus, from roads to routs, he will find the goal of his long quest and will marry underwater for what he has finally come to seek - deep love - in the purest protocol of the Atlanteans.In short, we enjoy ourselves, we want more, and here is the rest!Keywords: Sex, adventure, reincarnation, past lives, vicious family ties, liberation, and...er...sex again.EXTRACT :Lesson of the day: how to defecate quietly, at the back of the boat.Sit down on the back railing, making sure of course that there is no one watching you, or your ego may take a hit, the position is so immodest and shocking. Pull down your underpants, securing your hands firmly to the railing. Slowly move your buttocks back to the point of no balance, and make sure there are no greedy gulls hovering behind, who, thinking what is about to fall is food, might.. .finally it is better to avoid that.Also be sure that the rogue wave will not come to affect your hazardous balance either, take a deep breath and push hard to quickly eject the materials that are stalling, or feces.As a dead poet would say: "It is good to hate our ridiculousness by cheering up our testicles".So for the toilets, it will be bare ass, defecating in free fall at the back of the boat, women as well as men.Everyone giggles with stifled, yellow, embarrassed, childish laughter...

It's intimate, raw, sensitive, sexual, funny. Share the adventures of a young man who dared to do what the majority will never dare, and live his daily life for more than a year from Europe to Asia, in 1990.For all those who dream of vacations in large hotels, organized group trips, lazing around on deckchairs-pool or who like crowded cruises, this book is not for you. But if you like seeing the country differently, confronting yourself with wacky, funny, crazy, sometimes torrid or downright chilling situations, then you're going to enjoy this dry and snappy style, without frills, and always with humor and sensitivity.Pages full of questioning and exposure of the author. He is like you. Aren't we all the same? You enter his heart, which is not so different from yours, with perhaps a little more courage, and a need for new spiritual answers. He gives us his intimate version of his experiences to better understand our lives. It's day by day. The adventure takes us, we are there, we travel and it goes fast!Between meditative serenity and debauchery, stupor and lust in Asia. From noisy capitals to the depths of the Thai jungle, in a Buddhist monastery surrounded by cobras where his life will take on a new spiritual impetus, he takes us on a thrilling and warm inner adventure.Extract :At the Reggae Pub, I am accosted by the prettiest Thai girl I have ever seen, very sexy, too much so perhaps. I can't tell if it's a guy or a girl because the result is amazing, I'm stunned. I'm amazed, drooling at the corners of my mouth, fine droplets beading on my temples... Immediately after the usual "What's your name", he or she offers me to have sex, because her parents are poor and she wants to get an ostrich clitoris, something like that. It was too quick anyway for her not to be a whore who whores. Well, gently, I tell her to fuck off to the smurfs and get herself another sucker, but she doesn't know smurfs. I go back to the bar. There, I meet another Thai girl, pretty, nice, not aggressive like "hello, what's your name, you want to fuck ?", so more in my idealo-romantic-obsessed state of mind. We spend the evening dancing, kissing. God, it's good to touch a woman again!

C'est intime, brut, sensible, sexuel, drôle. Partagez les aventures d'un jeune homme qui a osé faire ce que la majorité n'osera jamais, et vivez son quotidien durant plus d'un an de l'Europe à l'Asie, en 1990.A tous ceux qui rêvent de vacances dans de grands hôtels, de voyages en groupe organisés, de farniente sur des chaises-longues-piscine ou qui aiment les croisières bondées, ce livre n'est pas pour vous. Mais si vous aimez voir du pays autrement, vous confronter à des situations loufoques, drôles, dingues, parfois torrides ou carrément glaçantes, alors vous allez vous régaler avec ce style sec et claquant, sans fioritures, et toujours avec humour et sensibilité.Des pages truffées de remises en question et de mises à nu de l'auteur. Il est comme vous. Ne sommes-nous pas tous pareils ? Vous entrez dans son coeur, qui n'est pas si différent du vôtre, avec peut-être un poil de courage en plus, et un besoin de nouvelles réponses spirituelles. Il nous livre sa version intime de ses expériences pour mieux comprendre nos vies. C'est du jour après jour. L'aventure nous emporte, on y est, on voyage et ça va vite !Entre sérénité méditative et débauche, stupre et luxure en Asie. Des capitales bruyantes jusqu'au fin fond de la jungle thaïlandaise, dans un monastère bouddhiste entouré de cobras où sa vie prendra un nouvel essor spirituel, il nous emmène dans une aventure intérieure palpitante et chaude.Extrait :Au Reggae Pub, je me fais accoster par la plus jolie thaïe que j'aie jamais vue, très sexy, trop peut-être. Je ne saurais dire si c'est un mec ou une fille mais le résultat est stupéfiant, je suis ébahi, filet de bave aux lèvres.... Immédiatement après les « What's your name » habituels, il ou elle me propose de faire l'amour car ses parents sont pauvres et qu'elle veut se faire greffer un clitoris d'autruche ou quelque chose dans le genre. C'était de toute façon trop rapide pour que cela ne soit pas une pute qui tapine. Bon, gentiment je lui dis d'aller se faire voir chez les schtroumpfs et de se chercher un autre client, mais elle ne connait pas les schtroumpfs. Je retourne au bar. Là, je tombe sur une autre thaïe, jolie, gentille, pas agressive du genre « hello, what's your name, you want to fuck ? », donc plus dans mon état d'esprit idéalo-romantico-obsédé. On a passé la soirée à danser, s'embrasser. Dieu que c'est bon de retoucher une femme !