By the light — from the lampshade on the ceiling that strikes both my face and the glass in a mirror screen, I can observe
Étiquette : time
Already Dead
If I look deeply at the people I meet,everyone I interact with,All these people are actually already dead.Worse: they never really existed. Their moving bodies
Bubble Abyss
I contemplate all the bubbles in the water that come fizzing from the bottom of my glass to die on the surface by the hundreds,
Gardening
I see those articles as seeds, out-of-time compact flashes,I plant them in the fields of blank pages. The furrows of the pen pulled by my
Dwelling in our body as we age
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
The Smell of Reality
The tent in the morning and the wet grassMy foot stopping suddenly. In the evening, going to the cabin,My foot, rubbing dry earth, still teaching
Is This Body Mine?
I have long believed that aging was suffering, an incessant sequence of slaps in the face from life.I have long believed that those who let
Foot On the First Pebble
If you can touch the Divine nature with your fingertipIn reality, you haven’t done a thing.You may think of yourself as reaching the end of
Passed, My Life
I will have spent my life not approaching the ball of anger, lest it burst in my face,for fear of spilling everything on the ground.
Ageing Sitting
There are two kinds of people: -Those who have not lived long enough to see that time passes quickly,-And those who look at them smiling,
Who’s Talking About the River?
Being a ManMeans one has felt the work of time – aging – in one’s flesh.Experience, the mutation of inner energies, establishes credibility,It traces a
A Photographic Bridge
If I deeply listen to what a photo has to say, it talks to me about two things: -First, it reports information on the event
Old People Are Real
Our modern, technological, ego-centered, Promethean world, This world of permanent static, frying, where you always have to have something wriggling in the pan of your
Filtered Gray
Wisdom is the upside down portrait of Dorian Gray,With the graying of the hair, the withering of the skin,The sifting of the heart and soul.
Aging Body Awareness
Of course, with age, body awareness increases,First of all, this happens in the first degree. No need to invoke the points of wisdom to which
Notes & Silence 