J’Ai Fait Un Rêve – clair

I had a dream

I dreamt of a world

Where differences embrace

To give birth to the exceptional.

I had a dream

I dreamt of a universal being

With a dignity primitively human, primordial

With a conscience shared and a memory mutual.

I had a dream

I dreamt of a harmonious breeze

Reconciling humanity with nature.

I had a dream

I dreamt of art as a response to hatred and woe

An independent impertinent art that binds talents, rebinds minds and unbinds emotions.

An art that builds bridges in the places where walls arise.

J’Ai Fait Un Rêve – obscur

I had a dream

I dreamt of a world

Where differences embrace

To give birth to the exceptional.

I had a dream

I dreamt of a universal being

With a dignity primitively human, primordial

With a conscience shared and a memory mutual.

I had a dream

I dreamt of a harmonious breeze

Reconciling humanity with nature.

I had a dream

I dreamt of art as a response to hatred and woe 

An independent impertinent art that binds talents, rebinds minds and unbinds emotions.

An art that builds bridges in the places where walls arise.

Fusion Sacrée – clair

A delicate trace unwinds

A fragile line goes forth

Towards the imminence of a chance meeting

Promised fusion.

An implacable frontier stands and signals

The impossible communion of beings.

A desire vibrant and imperial dreams of defying

this insurmountable border

The tension is extreme

Fanciful fusion?

Fusion constantly postponed

Which condemns the shortness of breath and the feverish glance

To remain before the temple door.

Something rises

Managing an ambivalent leap

Both towards and away from itself

A qualitative leap, a sense of intimate realisation

A magical duality which both allows and risks the blend

of heavenly unions

A sacred fusion

Fusion Sacrée – obscur

A delicate trace unwinds

A fragile line goes forth

Towards the imminence of a chance meeting

Promised fusion.

An implacable frontier stands and signals

The impossible communion of beings.

A desire vibrant and imperial dreams of defying

this insurmountable border 

The tension is extreme

Fanciful fusion?

Fusion constantly postponed

Which condemns the shortness of breath and the feverish glance

To remain before the temple door.

Something rises

Managing an ambivalent leap

Both towards and away from itself

A qualitative leap, a sense of intimate realisation

A magical duality which both allows and risks the blend

of heavenly unions

A sacred fusion

Mon Nom Est Rouge

I am on the petals of roses and on the wounds of war.

My name is red.

I am scarlet or carmine. I embody desire, passion, seduction and strength.

I reveal myself and catch the eye.

But what does being a colour really mean?

If you had to describe me to a person blind from birth, what would you say?

Well, you see, I am primarily a feeling.

If I were a fabric, I would be velvet.

If I were a flavour, I would fill the mouth with a taste of flesh and blood.

And if I were a perfume?

I would be both powerful and enveloping, 

vivid, scandalous and enchanting; 

I would be reassuring and narcotic, majestic and hypnotic.

Tendre Est La Nuit – clair

The night comes forth and in its wake heightens the allurement of the shadows and sweet lethargy.

In the darkness, the air exudes a metaphorical fragrance suave and rich.

Some flowers offer things to the night which in the day they stubbornly withhold.

Noises fade and whispers can be heard, forms blur and lines merge.

Obscurity quivers, profound and dangerous. It gives birth to a sense of ease and tumultuous fear.

I think of Zelda marching towards her tender night and of her sweet madness, to set off, leaving behind the blinding brutal light of reality.

Tendre Est La Nuit – obscur

The night comes forth and in its wake heightens the allurement of the shadows and sweet lethargy.

In the darkness, the air exudes a metaphorical fragrance suave and rich.

Some flowers offer things to the night which in the day they stubbornly withhold.

Noises fade and whispers can be heard, forms blur and lines merge.

Obscurity quivers, profound and dangerous. It gives birth to a sense of ease and tumultuous fear.

I think of Zelda marching towards her tender night and of her sweet madness, to set off, leaving behind the blinding brutal light of reality.