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flying, kayaking, paddle, sailing, specialized bike, volley ball
11 Wednesday Aug 2021
Posted in Sports, Uncategorized
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flying, kayaking, paddle, sailing, specialized bike, volley ball
05 Thursday Aug 2021
Posted in Poetry


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
03 Tuesday Aug 2021

“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
03 Tuesday Aug 2021
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“La fidélité aux sources est passée par la mort des éléments comme la moisson passe par la mort du grain”.
27 Tuesday Jul 2021
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You are eath and air and the curves of your figure are that of the water. And I am transformed into fire. If you are three of the tour elements… what is left of me is just one, and even this one is self -consuming.
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
01 Thursday Jul 2021
Posted in Poetry

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
27 Sunday Jun 2021
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נר לרגלי דברך ואור לנתיבתי
25 Friday Jun 2021
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14 Monday Jun 2021
Posted in Poetry
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The place is dark
I wouldn’t be there
Everything that happens in this place is also vague
The walls have absorbed enough follies
That behind them alone escape stories that get lost
You are not at all where you thought you were
On screen, they draw the elements of the future one by one
The pace of exposure and aggregation
The map is drawn
The choice of a place made it methodical
More moral, laborious, repetitive therefore ruthless
The bridge no longer exists
The other side of the landscape where you wanted to go
Has changed
We will stay until it is light
The City will be covered by traffic noise
The path will act as a buffer
We’ll go home, we’ll close the curtains
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