PRESENTATION

Photo: 23/07/2000

    My first name it is Richard, and my name it NATTER.

        I am born July 12, 1949, and I trust to be a French. Cancer ascending Scorpion. I am married (for the 3rd times! ), with my divine wife Françoise. Of my two previous marriages, it only remains the memory of my children, of which I separated since 1982. The divorces are unjust and frustrating for the children that, that one wants it or no, are always the hostages of the silliness of parents. The grief, the pain, that drove me in the meanders of the sadness, allowed me to forgive. Maybe that thanks to the Web, they will discover the aspect hidden of the father whose destiny deprived them. Where that they are, I kiss them of the bottom of the heart. The small tears that flow out while writing these words, will be maybe water that tomorrow, will irrigate the earths up to here non fertile, of this garden of the love that I address them.

           I write since the age of seventeen years about. After one gone first of eventful life, during which I almost everywhere rolled my bump, I accomplished different missions. The one, that was my first ministration, that marked me deeply, was my career within a company of Firemen Professional. During these twelve years, to the service of the humanity, I learned to dominate my fear and especially, to open my heart to the other. Because the suffering, blind and sly, striking without warning. The disarray, the anguish, or even panic that it generates, impose the respect, force the admiration. While coming to the help of people in distress, I put without the knowledge, the finger in this marvelous gearing that drove me to surpass me to defeat my emotions and my weakness. Solidarity, the team spirit, courage and the devotion emblems of this noble and  pretty  profession, opened me the heart. And this heart, since I am especially in Geneva, I want to offer it to all those and those that suffer.

            Before, and after especially, my passage in this company of Firemen, I almost everywhere sailed! Wandering such a sailboat without mast, as I wrote it in the poem " Firmament of the love ", I looked for my way. Unsteady, fickle, or even aggressive and violent, I compensated the emotional hiatuses by superficial scraps, helping me to maintain the head out of water. I ignored it well sensible and I achieve it again more today, I followed my path of life as a matter of course. It was necessary for me to know a maximum of elements, to make the man that I think to have become.

          Traveling  of place in place, of heart in heart, between eighteen and forty years I sailed on all oceans: the euphoria, the uncertainty, the fear, the lack of confidence in me. I learned the suffering, misery, indifference, the contempt, the isolation,. I came closer progressively of my life path. The decisive turn, took place the day of my 38 years; July 12, 1987 precisely. I speak of it more precisely and for a long time, in the first chapter of my autobiography " Discovered of the Don ". That day, after different contradictory phases, I could discover that was this famous Good God of which I ignored all. Yes... I am very believer since! But due to accumulations of mistakes and lack of information, I am not of quite the churchgoer.

        The tests, that staked out my existence, allowed me to become aware of the life realities. Thanks to them, I could leave the ghetto in which I was. It is in the test that one rises! The less that I can say, it is that they didn't miss!!! Doesn't one make an omelet without breaking eggs it is not true? Then there, me then to affirm that I broke some dozens of it!... However that may be, of detours in obstacles, of somersaults in failures, every time I stood up. Slowly but surely, guided by an unspeakable strength, I always have in spite of the shortcomings, kept to the bottom of me the hope of the renewal. Do the journeys form youth?... But they distort the suitcases! On this day, I moved since my birth, at least a good thirty time! Progressively, without the very sensible knowledge, I came closer of my dulcinée. Bollène... Sallanches... Combloux... Tavernolles... Grenoble... Seyssinet-Pariset... Albertville... All went very quickly then. End 89, I met my beloved. Beginning 90, I expatriated myself for Switzerland where I stay again.

         Thanks to my wife and to the constant efforts that she accomplishes, I could practise my profession of masseur - hypnotiser. Still to the monitoring of my desires, of my needs, she anticipates on all without preceding me ever in nothing. Intuitive, weighted, she knew how to pull up my excesses and above all, to valorize my qualities. Real regulating of my impulses, she brings me in her look and her smile, calmness and the serenity. To her sides, nothing appears impossible. After moult disappointments, disillusions, ruptures and failures, I have finally in her discovered arms happiness and the harmony.

       Far of the tumults of the past, in my adorable city of adoption that is Geneva, I appreciate the moments of détente while strolling in lover in company of my dulcinée, on the sides of the lake... Or from time to time, while letting me rock by the swash of the waves, during a part of fishing... One or two times per year, we celebrate the birthday of our marriage alone together, or ours. Modestly, we share these instants privileged from one dinner to the restaurant. Soft and cuddly, my divine Bibiche, since 1990, doesn't have to force herselves to make me happiest of the men.

        Here is, even though it displeases to the peevish, I trust to speak of her of the way. The jealousy, the spitefulness, is, and will be always, the small people appendage, of the half-witted. The altruism, the devotion, the sacrifice, is the fundamental values, that characterize a human being and differentiates it of those and those that are the shades only of it. These values that precisely, are part of the character embodied by my wife. She is my angel, my quick strength, my oxygen. Without her, I am not anything, that the specter of myself. At the time marries, mom, confidante, friend, mistress, sister... She embodies all facets that until there, had missed me. I like it... Simply!

       She probably goes to be angry at me, but me then to resist the pleasure to present it to you: Here is my BIBICHE therefore!!!

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