Is owed to the solitude
The application to live neatly













December 2015









Sliding down the insomnia I move alongside my brain
I'm becoming the obscurity of an organ













December 2015








The relief when the night falls
Something has been defeated
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
October 2015
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 





The experience is what remains when the idea has been engulfed
When, from its deletion emerges a new scetch of the past


















August 2015 










In silence defy the order of reciprocity
Cover up with gifts one's own quarantine
















Mai 2015













In the deserted university, the quiescence encircling books as some ancient breath of air
 The depth of the library where to dive one's faith to learn in its entirety




















July 2015















Giving first a direction to the world, a path for oneself, thinking of it
Then considering the earth as a sphere in motion, thinking of following it





















June 2015
















Start the day as an arrival
Blended within the hours so that they ignore you




















March 2015


















Even through their shouts, children still believe they know
It is made to last long



















February  2014
















Press the thumbs on the jugular of time
To protect it against its vacuity



















 January  2015


















No one will ever know where you are
But weave the accessible





















January  2015











 








Rally the night as a resort
Fade the powerlessness in the membranes of sleep




















December 2014
















The other, a leaf always shuttering
Slide one's shoulder there, keep it open



















December  2014






 













Submerged under the  despotism of perfection
Lean one's elbow on the impulse of doubts























December  2014










 











Believe  in feeling on the temples the breath of the coming days
Without being able to recognize the expiration of the present




















December  2014









 








Patience became an anthem
The song of ardor, its discreet epic




















December  2014















Search, without much hope
The gender of writing


















December  2014














Erase a fragment of oneself, abandon to oblivion the stillborn other
Redraw oneself later, as least remote as possible


















January  2014





 








 

The fasteners rocking on the trial flanks
Further, a slight embrace of the horizon






















December  2014

















Better enfranchised from oneself, echoes of the calls from abroad, recognize them
Open for them with no measurement the melting areas of joy




















December  2014






 











Wish not to swim in my language anymore
Become deaf to the astounding cacophony




















December  2014





 






Roving is the place of fallbacks, the only distant point
Moving, sufficiently protective against duplicity and appalled finding of defection



















December  2014






 










Back turned against the words, against the bitumous stream of words
Silence, does silence never abuse?






















December , the 24th of 2014
















The fallacy must be given a free access to its rhythm
The tally was suddenly interrupted, the fallacy will outlast


















December , the 24th of 2014