Thursday, February 28, 2013

Winter song,28 February ,2013

Love After Love

The time will come
when, with elation
you will greet yourself arriving
at your own door, in your own mirror
and each will smile at the other's welcome,

and say, sit here. Eat.
You will love again the stranger who was your self.
Give wine. Give bread. Give back your heart
to itself, to the stranger who has loved you

all your life, whom you ignored
for another, who knows you by heart.
Take down the love letters from the bookshelf,

the photographs, the desperate notes,
peel your own image from the mirror.
Sit. Feast on your life.
Derek Walcott

Tuesday, February 19, 2013

Trinity,19,February 2013

Opening exhibition,"in movement "

Exposition " In Bewegung"
16 fév- 1er avril 2013
Gottingen, Allemagne

"Trinity", is the work I made for this show .
It was fine the first prize.
Have a look at this wonderful event....

Sunday, February 10, 2013

After the storm,10 February ,st Sauveur ,Canada

By Mark Nepo

It used to be so
complicated: going
where I'd want
without a word
as if telling anyone
made me less free.
Or coming into
a relationship
like a bus station,
checking fares and
before boarding.
It used to be so
confusing: needing
to be touched
while wanting
to be left alone,
and still it's hard
to let all I am show
in the presence
of strangers or
intimates who'd
like me to change.

But when I'm
stopped or stalled,
I spray the plants
and they shine for me.
I laugh in public
at what music does
to my notion of silence.
I touch your wrist
and something flows

Saturday, February 2, 2013

New light,2 February 2013, Glen Falls,USA

The Waking
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
I feel my fate in what I cannot fear.
I learn by going where I have to go.

We think by feeling. What is there to know?
I hear my being dance from ear to ear.
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.

Of those so close beside me, which are you?
God bless the Ground! I shall walk softly there,
And learn by going where I have to go.

Light takes the Tree; but who can tell us how?
The lowly worm climbs up a winding stair;
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.

Great Nature has another thing to do
To you and me; so take the lively air,
And, lovely, learn by going where to go.

This shaking keeps me steady. I should know.
What falls away is always. And is near.
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
I learn by going where I have to go.