Brûler

Quand tu brûles, la vie se passe dans la rue, dans ces pas qui foulent l’asphalte alors que le coeur envoie ses appels en morse dans l’invisible.  Quand tu brûles ce qui compte c’est la musique dans les oreilles, cette nouvelle chanson d’un artiste qui ne sonne pas en radio, alors que des passants peu sont présents.  Quand tu brûles,…

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Waves, minerals and freedom

What I like about Cornwall is that "waiting for the wave to come" is a common practice, due to the high concentration of surfers. The other day, Mike Brett told me that he felt he had reached the end of the maturation phase of his art and was finally ready to share it. It’s rare that I find myself talking with artists who…

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Who will?

I should go an cry  I should go, sit down on the yoga mat, pick the right posture, with a slight stretch, the one that is soft enough to make me feel the subtleties of my pain I avoid.  I have other keys to the laundry room of my soul, words are one of them.  I can already feel my…

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