Travels, big and small alike, those across the globe and those across my Northern French area,Mind-blowing Japan and the campground of Ypra, Belgium,In the end,
Travels, big and small alike, those across the globe and those across my Northern French area,Mind-blowing Japan and the campground of Ypra, Belgium,In the end,
Now, it is doneI officially enact this in the ages old grimoire of laws,I dictate time measurements to the instruments of the wise,I impart the
You’re blowing the squalls of magnetic particles,they infiltrate my mind, steal me from the presentthey flatten my inner landscapes to the boardwhere the absence of
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Many couples work just like an out-of-tune accordion.They breathe in this double-keyboard instrument the rancid air of compensationAnd breathe out the wind of domination. Inhaling
And now that it has become impossible for you to chase me away from homeThere is not a single place where I cannot feel at
Sometimes, grains which are thinner, purer than the rest are filtered through their more compact mineral brothers.And, from the very first movement of the sieve,Those
Tonight, as I switch between the comfort of a Kyoto hotel room which offers me a comfortable double bed,and the accusation of incongruity that arises
I have already been far enough into the irreversibleand had enough occasions to deny it from the banks of sadness – I’m telling you :
There is a form of violence that I apply to myself.It occurs at night, when I struggle with what appears as a wake-up phase I
Today is February, the First, of 2019I am 39 years old.In a few minutes, we’ll celebrateThe seventh birthday of my younger son. At the back
(An Answer to Mary) I would say that the different levels of subjective truth intermingle. They are all true, on different degrees, depending on the
As a child, he had to be protected against her incomprehensible assaults.She raised waves of chaos and yelled sounds of havoc, under the crashing sky,
If I do not choose to have faith in the human being, life is only an acid apprehension.It is unlivable. By rotating the angle I
Sister M., in one of the audio podcast I use while jogging, very quietly, says thatDuring our prayers, our moments of silent sitting, we should