Suite au délire

desde a ultima vez:
BILAN exposition (mettre en opposition à l'univers)
banho de mar (la première vague) - OCEANO-MAR
cerejas
sestas
calor
cavalos

o rebanho de imagens,
l'organisation du troupeau, moi encore chien (content de sa condition)

ça va pas la tête: les photos sont presque

Só não se perde a cabeça porque está atarraxada ao corpo.
e uma vontade de perdê-la de vez em quando

Léa is back

Petite chronique illustrée par elle même.
Tout s'est passé avant 9heures du matin.
La Valise cauchemardesque.

nous étions là - j'y suis encore

5 maio,
estivemos aqui. Ainda estou

Quelques traces du voyage vertical - encore et heureusement
Ontem descubri "Suzanne"entre os textos do Johny:
//cantar por dentro//

Suzanne takes you down to her place near the river
You can hear the boats go by
You can spend the night beside her
And you know that she's half crazy
But thats why you want to be there
And she feeds you tea and oranges
That come all the way from china
And just when you mean to tell her
That you have no love to give her
Then she gets you on her wavelength
And she lets the river answer
That you've always been her lover
And you want to travel with her
And you want to travel blind
And you know that she will trust you
For you've touched her perfect body with your mind.

And Jesus was a sailor
When he walked upon the water
And he spent a long time watching
From his lonely wooden tower
And when he knew for certain
Only drowning men could see him
He said all men will be sailors then
Until the sea shall free them
But he himself was broken
Long before the sky would open
Forsaken, almost human
He sank beneath your wisdom like a stone
And you want to travel with him
And you want to travel blind
And you think maybe you'll trust him
For he's touched your perfect body with his mind.

Now suzanne takes your hand
And she leads you to the river
She is wearing rags and feathers
From Salvation army counters
And the sun pours down like honey

On our lady of the harbour
And she shows you where to look
Among the garbage and the flowers
There are heroes in the seaweed
There are children in the morning
They are leaning out for love
And they will lean that way forever
While Suzanne holds the mirror
And you want to travel with her
And you want to travel blind
And you know that you can trust her
For she's touched your perfect body with her mind

O delírio // Le délire

Avec Delphine