Although approaching her thirtieth birthday, Hélène still looks like a teenager. She is the author of powerful and physical texts, drenched with acid humor. She belongs, as she says, to a "badly calibrated lot, fitting in nowhere." A visionary, her telepathic poetry digs deeply and stretches far, and speaks to us of her world and ours. She accompanies a theater director who adapts her work, speaks with a mathematician... However, Hélène cannot speak or hold a pen, and has never learned to read or write. She was twenty-years old when her mother discovered that she could communicate by putting plastic letters alongside each other on a sheet of paper. One of the many mysteries of the woman who has nicknamed herself Babouillec…
