Ce goût si âcre dans ma bouche qui me reste d’hier. Il y a à peine une semaine, ce fut encore un goût plaisant. Or, le temps, il déchire, il relativise, il met en perspective, comme un moulin qui ne cesse pas de mouler, les mémoires se trouvent éparpillées, minimisées par lui. Concept immonde que […]Read more "Le goût de l’instant"
This solemn infusion helps my confusion. The steam, the scent that fills my nostrils, I breathe it in and everything feels clearer. A sordid idea that one should spike a fever when all around the heat cannot be outdone, strings of ideas dry over a fire. All I can think about is this need to […]Read more "Drive"
When all is calm and the night is black… still frames, relentlessly coming back to my mind, the colours washing away. It is as though every time I remember an image, I use it, details getting lost over time. In the hustle of the day, there is not enough time to notice the constantly growing […]Read more "Unrooted"
Her voice finds resonance in a pool of positive thoughts, makes the surface vibrate, stirs up the calm, lets pass all trouble. If ever I am to hold that privilege, to see her more often than not, I need to become acquainted with the environment that makes for such beauty. For I could not forgive […]Read more "Suffused with light on a grey cold afternoon Part 2: Reactions"
Cold on the outside but so warm within. Walking through the garden, flowers defying the weather, beauty on show while a sweet scent pervades the air and releases an even more overwhelming floral imagery in my mind. Color, scent and feeling enveloping everything that is. Even stones, cold and rough, host a flower in their […]Read more "Suffused with light on a grey cold afternoon Part 1: Impressions"
9/11. A day that would forever change the world. Death is nothing new. The deaths of a multitude of people is nothing new. The way, however, in which the death of so many people was achieved that day, was unknown to mankind at that point. No hatred against individual people fed those acts, the deaths […]Read more "A turning point in history"
Anmerkung: Zuerst veröffentlicht 2012 Des Grases grüne Farbe. Es gab sie nie. Es gibt sie doch. Jene Wünsche, die ich damals zu unterdrücken suchte, mich nicht genug für ihre Erfüllung durchgesetzt zu haben erdrückt mich nun. Scheitern, so hallt es von den Wänden, heißt seine Ziele nicht erreicht zu haben. Doch was, wenn die Ziele […]Read more "Des Grases grüne Farbe"