Me et altri

(very soon, one of these days, I’ll be able to mix all the feelings coming from different perceptions absorbed through different media… for now it’s all pastiche or probably my longest post)

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It’s 23.54h of an average rough Friday evening.
And outside is steamy hot.

I take a deep breath

And heat invades me.

Heat all over my lungs and my thoughts.

It is not complete solipsism.
There is good people around.

I sit. I have a drink. I sit.

There is music.

The music says: passé, passé, passé.
I say: l’avenir, l’avenir, l’avenir.

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MUSIC

the silence of a quiet evening... dark birds behing the scene, fly above imaginary trees. silence is broken by the flapping of their wide timeless wings. oh, and a voice singing: "passé, passé, passé", whispering: avant que l'ombre...

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Mes jambes suivent la marche
Elles continuent
Elles n'ont aucune peur


~~~~~~~~~~ [waves of silence]
oh, l'avenir comme une fleur
comme des mots annoncés
en forme et couleur de feau


~~~~~~~~~~ [feel the tune, feel the rhythm, feel the beat. of silence]

il y a un soleil qui me montre
un cotê radieux
Sur l'ombre il n'y a que de l'ombre ombre ombre ombre

l'ombre de mon corps qui avance.

~~~~~~~~~ [shadow in light, light in shadow]

je laisse une marque, des impressions permanantes. Sur la peau de mon paysage, j'étais toujours savant. J'étais toujours un paysan.