Aging gradually puts an end to an acute way of inhabiting one’s being, one’s body, specific to youth.This “edge”, a sharp corner, leaves room for
Étiquette : aging
Between The Dreadful Drafts
This life, desensitizedLiterally degenerates,Off-track, astrayGuided by Entropy AlmightyUnder mechanical grindersOf Time. Does it dilute on purpose ?Does it have, eventually, not to beAnyone left to
Soul Sharpening
When the wood pencil is so short,That it threatens to disappear On every stroke, on every letter, Where has its former body gone ?Is it true
Behind the Smile of the Old Man
As we grow older, comes an impression of unsuitability,We feel we have become unfit for inhabiting this place. Compared to the inflamed spark thrown by
Headlamp Adventure
We move through life the way we advance in a cave, with a headlamp beaming forward. As we enter the room of our thirties, we
Still Life ? (note) –
What people say is all wrong. There is life to be found on the other side of the upward slope. The intensity, the edge of
Notes & Silence 