Les mots qui grattent le papier s’encrent* dans le temps, densifient l’expérience, approfondissent les sentiments, autrement dit, ils valent quelque chose, même lorsqu’ils ne valent rien.
*orthographe volontaire
les mots
Archives par mot-clé : Marahau
selfportrait*
I don't make resolutions at the beginning of the year, I don't even feel the need to celebrate the new year, or the end of the "old" one. It's a bit the same with my birthday, time passes, one day at a time.
*inspired by Edouard Leve, Autoportrait sans parole/wordless : weka
I swear to you ! when I got to this tree, I could feel the air moving slowly, as if it had hips, so that the beauty of the branches would remain undisturbed and could spread out in an honest way, as they had since the beginning of time.