Imagine the shape of the cranial case …
Compare the mental plane to a theater scene
on which characters evolve,
these are the images, the thoughts
order its actors to withdraw, and keep a single image
settle yourself in this thought
and at this moment you cease to do,
and begin to be.

breathe deeply
thoughts
let the flow and the ebb come into being,
then what emerges is the essence,
what it has …

https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=am3fEFDEUK0
The Architect – Les Pensées

the sea is a morgue …
these things float in blood that has no name …
waits beneath the triangle
formed by Mercury, an evening star
the fifth planet with its blistering sore …
the black moon shines on a lake
white as a hand in the dark …
the boy, the beast and the butterfly
in the wink of an eye
one planet with a glittering womb
this beautiful tunnel, a seed, a flight.
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=A5tcP-g5Qo4
Patti Smith – Tarkovsky (The Second Stop Is Jupiter)
Ph : Robin Isely

We have a soul at times.
No one’s got it non-stop,
for keeps …

Sometimes
it will settle for awhile …

For every thousand conversations
it participates in one,
if even that,
since it prefers silence.

It’s picky:
it doesn’t like seeing us in crowds …

Joy and sorrow
aren’t two different feelings for it.
It attends us
only when the two are joined.

We can count on it
when we’re sure of nothing
and curious about everything …

It won’t say where it comes from
or when it’s taking off again,
though it’s clearly expecting such questions.

We need it
but apparently
it needs us
for some reason too.

– Wisława Szymborska –
Ph : Jean Baptiste Fort

well, that’s what it is.
from one point on earth long, to and again.
without that point you’re tied to, you wouldn’t love her or the other world, you wouldn’t have where to go, because you wouldn’t be anywhere …
– Mix selimovic –
ph : Rimel Neffati

They’re both convinced
that a sudden passion joined them.
Such certainty is beautiful,
but uncertainty is more beautiful still.

Since they’d never met before, they’re sure
that there’d been nothing between them.
But what’s the word …

I want to ask them
if they don’t remember–
but I know the answer.
No, they don’t remember.

They’d be amazed to hear
that chance has been toying with them
now for years.

Not quite ready yet
to become their destiny,
it pushed them close, drove them apart,
it barred their path …

There were signs and signals,
even if they couldn’t read them yet.

Every beginning
is only a sequel, after all,
and the book of events
is always open halfway through.

– Wisława Szymborska –
Ph : Sagars Manjarres

look at this
you’re in any place …
the center of the world is not far away from you,
it’s in the back streets, waiting for you
where you don’t expect anything …
do brave things,
it makes you younger
and then he comes back, thinks you’re happy,
let your mistakes know
that you see them, you recognize them
and look at them with mercy.
look inside and look out,
looking is a crib.
– Franco Arminius –
Ph : Rimel Neffati