This triangle of water that is thirsty
this road without writing
Madame, and the sign of your mature
on this sea I'm drowning
messages of your hair
the shot of your lips
this storm that takes away
in the wake of your eyes.
This shadow finally, on the shore
where life is truce, and the wind,
and horrible
trampling of the crowd on my passage.
When I look up to you
it seems that the world trembles,
and the Restless
like the caresses of your husband .
A. Artaud - Love unceasingly
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Expo Carbon remains a month. It's worth a look, especially to see the drawings Emmanuel Malin, Veronica Meignaud , Julie Nivert, Lionel Bu i and Stéphane Tartelin :)
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Photo Stéphane Tartelin
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