Continents sink, continents grow anew, waters cover the years and nights swallow the waters.  

  “Je n’ai pas peur de la route, Faudrait voir, faut qu’on y goûte Des méandres au creux des reins Et tout ira bien là.”   Noir Désir

It was. Anyone’s Ghost [The National]    

Meet you by dusk, at the end of the earth.  

  Profusion is just as obscene as penury.

Desires that can be fulfilled instantaneously, without effort nor waiting, can only breed little satisfaction and the insatiable hunger for the next little object of desire.

A friend of mine said “dreams come first, secret, quiet dreams only you can know; when you find one that is perfect, you grasp at it wishing it were so. Hope follows dreams so dreams feed hope.” I guess that’s why we never run out of hope. Hope never starves because the mind is a nonstop kitchen of dreams.

  “The road to wisdom or to freedom Is the road to the very center of your being.” Fragmentarium [Mircea Eliade]

Rain rots the thoughts Fog hides the words That drift away Some tears comply Others deny The will of fate Streams of gray coats Swamping the roads Of the city subway Wine strokes the mind The night is kind To those who hope

Sailors yearning for the coast Pouring rum to quench their thirst Long-waves sing blues Mermaids wear gothic tattoos Thoughts boil around Pirates run aground There is no nest For the minds who seek unrest And the moon sips night’s fog While sailors sip grog.

Behind a portrait.

“Stars outside the window flicker and shine The hollow headed morning isn’t blind A mountain of nails burn in your hands Here I give all I am.”   Ode to Sad Disco [Mark Lanegan Band]

“Society, have mercy on me I hope you’re not angry if I disagree Society, crazy and deep I hope you’re not lonely without me”   Society [Eddie Vedder, "Into the Wild" soundtrack]

Sometimes, 2 becomes 3, new worlds grow inside of existing ones, unknown continents draw themselves in front of the hungry and ensorcelled eyes of the explorer. Portolano maps written on flesh, magna opera turning love into human beings. Is this geography or alchemy?    

Contrary to the Dantean vision, the inferno is neither paved by medieval graves, as it is at the Alyscamps, nor made of nine concentric circles. Hell is a chessboard. An endless marble chessboard. A dying Cerberus watches over the gates, barking and coughing in pain at the people who venture in. Sequences of black and white squares melt in infinite patterns that [...]

After a while, Paradise became unbearable. When happiness is profuse, it grows into routine, and the only way not to implode is to run away. Some hearts are just not designed to endure so much peace.

The Hazard has done everything to knit together their paths. With a gust of vanity and nerve in their sprouting wings, they decided to erase, write and overwrite in the blink of an eye what others had designed for them since they were little. What they had designed for themselves since they were little. The destiny was canceled in favor [...]

“Tell me how you know now The ways and means of getting in Underneath my skin…”  

Just jump in your destiny, with neither safety net nor fear.