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Near an olive tree
04 Sunday Apr 2021
04 Sunday Apr 2021
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04 Sunday Apr 2021
Posted in Poetry
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Elohim,
Where do unspoken Tfilot end?
When Ratzon never becomes act
Inaudible to my own ear
Elohim,
Where do agitated dreams end?
When thoughts become overwhelming
Helpless to maintain sense
Elohim,
Where do forgotten values end?
When the surplus escaped understanding
Your endless love shattered all
Elohim,
Where do uncoloured visions end?
When representation is banned
And bodies rarefied
Elohim,
Where do hours of trust end?
When your justice suddenly devastates all
Caving a desert of lies in me
Elohim,
Where do unfulfilled promises end?
When the mirror reflects once own face.
03 Saturday Apr 2021
Posted in Memory
There are events of the past, we thought we had filed, that we had definitively put aside in the memory shed, but every once in a while, due to some inevitable fatality, they come back together, reminding us how fragile and exposed we are. A real dark cloud that destabilizes us. But also a blessing, reminding us that we are never really safe, that we need to reactivate to face. There’s always something that can break in from the outside and summon us to deal with ourselves.
Today is one of those days.

02 Friday Apr 2021
Lightness is precision
Even if we were made as more
There is a virgin forest inside of me
A white landscape
Where you blend into everything
The sun started to release the water from the puddles
Colours return
Lift our sap with spring
For every suffering I was born a bird
In my moments without windows
You always made room in me for reparation

01 Thursday Apr 2021
Posted in Uncategorized
21 Sunday Mar 2021
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Do not let the day end without having grown a bit, without being happy, without having risen your dreams. Do not let overcome by disappointment. Do not let anyone you remove the right to express yourself, which is almost a duty. Do not forsake the yearning to make your life something special.
Walt Whitman
14 Sunday Mar 2021
Posted in Shabbes

קָטֹנְתִּי מִכֹּל הַחֲסָדִים, וּמִכָּל-הָאֱמֶת, אֲשֶׁר עָשִׂיתָ, אֶת-עַבְדֶּךָ: כִּי בְמַקְלִי, עָבַרְתִּי אֶת-הַיַּרְדֵּן הַזֶּה, וְעַתָּה הָיִיתִי, לִשְׁנֵי מַחֲנוֹת.
כִּי-חַסְדְּךָ, גָּדוֹל עָלָי; וְהִצַּלְתָּ נַפְשִׁי, מִשְּׁאוֹל תַּחְתִּיָּה.
Inside my slice of bread there is your share too; Hashem is providing for you through me.
(Igros Kodesh)
11 Thursday Mar 2021
Posted in Exhibitions I saw
I discovered lately Riopelle work, at first I felt he was painting roughly like an aboriginal kid with straight willow branches, raw materials and colours like red, blue or soft bird feathers .





But my pilot eyes had the natural intuition that most of his work was cartographic painting. I searched some academic background to my theory but I could not find any. However by reading the exhibition book I found out that Riopelle did a lot of sea plane flying over north Canada, as I did myself, and I am pretty sure he was deeply influenced but that vision. His transition from colours to black and white comes from the very particular and fascinating flying north. He was able to access areas of the Canadian Arctic and subarctic seldom seen by anyone other than First Nations and Inuit people.





Jean-Paul Riopelle sea plane flying :
06 Saturday Mar 2021
Posted in Topophilia, Genealogy, Polyglot
06 Saturday Mar 2021
Posted in Shabbes, Uncategorized


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