I’m suffering from what I call the “New Man Anxiety”. I started to notice I was suffering from this particular form of anxiety a couple of years ago, after doing some research online. I’m quite sure you’re suffering from the same anxiety as well because you feel it. How do …
Absinthe de folie, Fioles d’ivresse et parfums enivrants ; Danse de ta vie Espiègles rondes sans fins. Douceurs, vertes comme de la chair, Laisse-moi croquer tous tes baisers On recommence, Encore, et encore. Là où nous mènent tes pas. Danse sans fin, vol sans voix C’est mon refuge ; ma …
Whenever I find myself in situations I think I didn’t really chose, I like to remind myself I can remain free. After all, if I don’t make my choices, don’t I condemn myself to have them made by someone else? The freedom manifesto is here to accept my circumstances, to …
From when I met you, first time A Rosy dawn painted the sky And all of nature conspired To reflect our world inside Through days of silence we’d glide All was said between our eyes And in our wonder, went blind To the hearts we left behind Nights of song …
As I just finished to read VALIS from Philip K. Dick, common themes resonated in me, more than ever. One really important, amongst the numerous themes that emerged in this book, is the notion of hope: are we still allowed to hope, and if so, how? What kind of value systems …
They say, sometimes words cannot describe what we live. Sometimes living through the experience is the only truth one grasps, when depicting scenes and landscapes with words is a condemnation. What if…what if, words themselves could be imbued with their own significance, out of any construct that relies upon experience …
Deaf to my horizons; for the sounds I am called upon; And for the time that collapses, I remain deaf. Deaf to these sounds, unable to resolve into an aeon; Caressing the darkness and leaving up expectations. So shall the time pass, for my longing wonders, As light fades away: …
Secluded lands and mirage of hopes, delving into eternal fabrics of my mind. Resonance of words, imprint of time and chimeras long gone. Light travels and I wonder….does time exist? For this reality made of sounds, and for these spaces made of interpersonal interpretations; would my echo resonate within these …
Relationships present in many ways the characteristics of cascades. They slowly let their nature and textures unfold along various paths, through different shapes and colors. Sounds are timorous and impacts are gentle, yet they announce an oncoming expression, fully completed in the space of momentums that are taking place. There …
I often think about new ways of communicating with the other. This language I dream of would be for me less loose, more coherent; more intimate but less personal. This mean of communication would be made of several layers, each being the manifesto of one’s honest feelings about a self-reflecting …
