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Jun
2
Vintage! This is a random post. The year was 2007...
Darkness is nothing but a chance for light to prevail. The darker it gets, the prettier light becomes, the friendlier it is to the eyes, and the warmer to the heart. Nighttime in the city is a clashing of neons and mercury lights and flashing signs; a succession of tiny universes in which mini-stars shine bravely over their planetary systems - a shops’ window, a portion of sidewalk, a few people cruising by, a tree maybe and a couple of parked cars...
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Sep
16
Some fences are made of old planks, others are dashed with barbed wire.
Yet another kind, the one I’m most familiar with, has none of those restrictive elements. No nails, no warning signs, no sharp edges, no electricity, no height, not even presence. That kind of fence uses, for only defense, immensity. It’s called the ocean - more efficient as a barrier than any obstacle I’ve seen, while even more appealing and inviting because of its very own nature. It’s the ultimate fence, the one that keeps you out until it forever keeps you in. Once the Sea flows in your veins, she will never get out. But until that moment, she is the meanest guardian of everything not here. Trespass, promise, threat.
And orange at times.
« Very poetic writing. Are you also a writer? »
Date of comment: 2007-06-03 07:38 •« And how will you answer that one,
»
Date of comment: 2007-06-03 19:21 •truthfully ?
« Easy... But I have to answer in French:
Date of comment: 2007-06-03 20:20 •En fait je dirais qu’il n’y a ni poete ni auteur. Moi si je devais résumer ma vie aujourd’hui, avec vous, je dirai que c’est d’abord des rencontres, des gens qui m’ont tendu la main, peut-être à un moment où je ne pouvais pas, où j’étais seul chez moi. Et c’est assez curieux de se dire que les hasards, les rencontres forgent une destinée parce que quand on a le goût de la chose, quand on a le goût de la chose bien faite, le beau geste, parfois on ne trouve pas l’interlocuteur en face, je dirais, le miroir qui vous aide à avancer. Alors ça n’est pas mon cas comme je le disais là puisque moi au contraire j’ai pu et je dis merci à la vie, je lui dis merci et je chante la vie, je danse la vie, je ne suis qu’Amour! Et finalement quand beaucoup de gens aujourd’hui me disent : “Mais comment fais tu pour avoir cette humanité?” et bien je leur répond très simplement, je leur dis que c’est ce goût de l’Amour, ce goût donc qui m’a poussé aujourd’hui à entreprendre une construction mécanique mais demain qui sait, peut-être simplement à me mettre au service de la communauté, à faire le don, le don de soi... »
« I love, I adore, I revere your answer and if you asked me what I think of life
Date of comment: 2007-06-04 16:18 •in general I could only dance my answer,
sing it aloud and shout my devotion to
mankind and my desire to help and give
and love, simply love because simplicity and generosity engulfed in
love are... sooooo good, nanana, I feel
good, nanana, so good ! so good nanananère... »