Paris...

Between my, and myself.
- opening eyes, breathing the air, closing eyes, and again
Kaleidoscope of new view in the same place.
- opening eyes, feeling the life, closing eyes, and again
People flowing, like blook in vein,
- opening eyes, hearing subtles whispers, closing eyes, and again
Dense human substance
- opening eyes, hear-feel-see-smell-touch, all over again


Days of grey, few of sun, some of cloud,
Rain all over.
Hausmann did a great job.
Anonymous, dense, heavy style,
Wall colors makes all the same
Zinc rooftop, to complete.
Pigeon reign over the city

Dense as the transportation
Sometimes... when you feel desperate
people stuck on windows
you just wait for the next
hoping u'll be lucky enough to find some littl' space in the crowd
all flowing, all over the station, all over the streets, all over the town,
fast paced, closed, as anonymous, as numerous.
sometimes a smile, sometimes...

maybe i'm too slow.
maybe they're too fast.
but i don't feel like i need to synchronize
being out of time, put myself in the viewer role
looking all around...

I was, one day, wondering:

does fav' thumbnail work ?



(i love them too)


indeed.

*jumping in circle, proud to have a mind that sometimes work as expected*

Some music, actually some track from the Drawing Restraint 9 (Matthew Barney, soundtrack by Björk). "Storm". I think i'm in love with that soundtrack, for what it bring. A big mix of feeling. You feel the music, litteraly. By its weirdness. By its so... particular style. You feel attracted. You can't skip it. Even if there's some part that just appear as some noise music, but with all that poetry... you *see* it. Forms. Colors. Feelings. Warmth. All.

i'm ego.
i'm self.