When a human body moves further from the (self)life of rotation it becomes increasingly more difficult to change the rotational velocity of the establishment. Intuitively, this is because the human being is now carrying more momentum with it around the circle of life and because the existential momentum is changing more quickly.
(*) Photographs taken before the coronavirus pandemic
Do you remember Pierre,
where we fall in love
at first sight?
Sure, Marie, on the street
with the convex mirror
that deformed also
the sense of feeling.
And we kissed each other
in that passage found in works,
where everything was very dark.
Then we went up
to a rooftop terrace
where we touched
the sexy tower
with our fingers.
Also, we spent
the night awake
in the mystic dome
discovering all
type of secrets.
Do not remind me that:
the next weeks
we called each other
on the phone every second!
I was waiting for you
on the balcony to see
how you got off the bus:
Marie, Marie!
C’est moi, Pierre.
Montez à l’échelle!
It was very romantic!
Yes, Marie, and then
le petit Yves was born
and we were going
at the Carousel ride
and the umbrellas parade…
Do you remember
the pinky umbrellas,
my dear?
Yes, Pierre, indeed.
They seemed to fly
over our hearths
in a slighting manner!*
(*) Photographs taken before the coronavirus pandemic
City of charm,
novelized by great writers,
and desired by cohorts
of unfathomable lovers.
Rainwater is deposited
in Man Ray style:
Larmes (Tears) on Car-Tops.
On the Seine you can feel
the upward glance
of the fin du 19e siècle.
Couples unleash passions
in invisible rooftops.
The inner courtyards
attend to growth
the glistening wild pots.
Someone seems
to come out
of a film-noir movie.
Nouvelle Vague…
Mirage days
(Before Love Fall),
intended to invoke
wonder at the cause*.
(*) Photographs taken before the coronavirus pandemic
For once, protesters without visible text like a silent film with no synchronized recorded sound. Pure beauty where the message is omitted, and we only see the action. Photography allows us to disrupt reality from time to time*.
(*) Photographs taken before the coronavirus pandemic
There are 7,8 billion humans on the planet today. Check out the exact number here. Ants alive on Earth at any given time exceed 10,000 trillions. We swarm with ants war and colonial ambition, but ants are in the pinnacle of social evolution*.
(*) Photographs taken before the coronavirus pandemic.
Definition of reality:
1: The quality or state of being real.
2: A real event, entity, or state of affairs his dream became a reality.
a: The totality of real things and events trying to escape from reality.
b: Something that is neither derivative nor dependent but exists necessarily.
We use reality to refer to real things or the real nature of things rather than imagined, invented, or theoretical ideas*.
(*) Photographs taken before the coronavirus pandemic
A pleasant surprise: a woman with a cat in a transparent backpack roamed quietly through the old town. Tristan Tzara would have drooped with envy: it is an amazing dadaist gadget! And the poet will share again agglomerations of obscure images, nonsense syllables, outrageous juxtapositions, ellipses, and inscrutable maxims… the primal seat of creativity, the point where the naked word reveals the truth about the world. Maybe then Marcel Duchamp would have signed it, too. The cello with wheels and the man with the invisible leg are the usual: many want to see what’s behind the Dada’s door*.
(*) Photographs taken before the coronavirus pandemic
New experiments reveal hints of a world and a reality that are complete reflections of ours, with some particles capable of switching between the two. This mirrorverse may be able to solve the mystery of the universe’s missing dark matter. Nestling within the fabric of space and time alongside our own familiar universe, the implications would be astounding.
A smile appears drawn and someone thinks: No way!
The couple practicing Chi Kung or Qi Gong, Tai Chi or some modality in the park. The subject with the package in the middle of Aragon Street. The white lines of the asphalt point towards him. Women with cell phones in another dimension of reality, the two Orientals looking without seeing. The usual these days.
People do not live in the present. We are moving towards a future, as if we were going to embark on a long journey, without realizing that as passengers we are already in transit, the transit of the present. There are also those who decide to live in the past, on experiences forgetting that they consume as a burning candle the light of the moment. So we make futures, we plan futures, but the future is something unattainable. We are, in this sense, innocent headless. Children believe in fairy tales, adults in planning futures.
