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Dimension of a territory

10 Sunday Oct 2021

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There is a sense of the real, and no one will doubt that it has its right to exist,

Interrupting our modern labor to grasp the essence of what is beyond everything,

In the contemplation of a mineral more beautiful than all our work,

In the perfume of a tree more learned than our books,

In an involuntary agreement that allows you to interact with a bird.

What matters

05 Thursday Aug 2021

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It was hot today

I was so hot and humid until I stopped thinking

I read books from the end to the beginning and still stay in tension

The world continues to move around its rusty axis

And to me it doesn’t matter

Life is short

Drink water

Or wine

Listen to the music

Or to the sky

Try to bloom the wilderness

Look up

Take a deep breath

Wear clothes that are bright and quiet

Go out to bike

Or to any space

Eat Watermelon slowly

Read a book

Today we are not brides

Make love

Enough !

It is enough

Don’t be more

03 Tuesday Aug 2021

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“To maintain, in the shadows, that noble pride of individuality which consists in not insisting at all with life. Being, in the whirling of the worlds of the universe, like the floral dust that an unknown wind raises in the evening breeze, and the torpor of dusk lets it rest in a random place, indistinct among greater things. Be this with a sure knowledge, neither cheerful nor sad, grateful to the sun for its brilliance and to the stars for their remoteness. Don’t be more, don’t have more, don’t want more “Fernando Pessoa

Every little fish

05 Monday Jul 2021

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He who does not exist does not know
He who obeys does not suffer.

It’s up to the one who exists to know
Why to completely obey
Is never to suffer

When the Being is the one that bursts
Like the swell of the sea

You’ll never be set free
They’ll go right to the end as you toss and turn
You face the bitterest fate.

The fishes in the sea are dead
Because they chose not to be
To go right to the end without knowing anything
Of what you call obeying

God is the only one who refuses to obey
All the other beings do not yet exist
And they suffer
They suffer neither dead nor alive
Why?

« But in the end those who obey live
You can’t say that they don’t exist. »

« They live and they don’t exist.
Why? »

« Why? The door that separates the Being from obeying
Must be torn down! »

The Being is the one who imagines himself
To be sufficient to not need
To learn what the sea wants…

« But every little fish knows it! »

Antonin Artaud

Symmetrical

01 Thursday Jul 2021

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Raised splendor who fell

Cannot return to the previous state

The splendor swallowed up by its object

Now to invoke it

You let it pass

Hold nothing back

Follow the rhythm, resonate, and contemplate

Fall again

The fall teaches nothing when we are saved

Start over as you get up

One of us observes the other acts

Two modes for one life perfectly symmetrical

I observe the action and deconstruct it as it goes

One repeating the other to unite

Especially when the head is elsewhere

The rules are changing

Goals contradict each other

On the inverted body, the blue line folds over each other

A third life is being invented