DAfter his first collection, Epaves (1981), Grobli Zirignon set the tone. He claimed to be a poet of exile, of endless wandering.
He had sung about the existence of the stateless man in search of his lost unity. Dispersions (1982) had amplified the theme of the crumbling of the existence of man "thrown as pasture" in the universe, in the care of the omnipresent death in an unfathomable Desert. Everything happens as if the poet, along this route, gravitated, like a protozoan, around a central nucleus, placed between death, existence, and true Life, this lure that never ends. distract us from our irreversible journey towards nothing.