Secrets

Our earth is floating in a cloud of abandoned electronic messages and images.
Let us hope it stays there suspended by invisible threads of the web,
the web which comes ever closer to enveloping us.
Can you surrender to that possibility?
The idea that anyone could find your secrets.

Tree of life

All theory is grey. The tree of life is green, my friends!"
- Goethe

WOW

An article about the World of wearable art was published in the magazine ,"
"living in style/plaisir de vivre".
Here is the link :http://www.bloomfelt.com/images/media/Living_w_Style_may2012.pdf

Time

20:42 ,1 of june 2012
The days are long but the years are short

Soul

If the soul is a window—

How to keep the window clean?

How to open the window?

How to go outside and

still be inside?

Mark nepo.

Home,15 Mai 2012

Everything’s mine though just on loan,
nothing for the memory to hold,
though mine as long as I look.

Inexhaustible, unembracable,
but particular to the smallest fiber,
grain of sand, drop of water –
landscapes.

I won’t retain one blade of grass
as it’s truly seen.

Salutation and farewell
in a single glance.

For surplus and absence alike,
a single motion of the neck.

From Travel Elergy
- Wislawa Szymborska

Back home ,Canada ,10 Mai 2012

The Sunlight on the Garden

The sunlight on the garden
Hardens and grows cold,
We cannot cage the minute
Within its nets of gold,
When all is told
We cannot beg for pardon.

Our freedom as free lances
Advances towards its end;
The earth compels, upon it
Sonnets and birds descend;
And soon, my friend,
We shall have no time for dances.

The sky was good for flying
Defying the church bells
And every evil iron
Siren and what it tells:
The earth compels,
We are dying, Egypt, dying

And not expecting pardon,
Hardened in heart anew,
But glad to have sat under
Thunder and rain with you,
And grateful too
For sunlight on the garden.

- Louis MacNeice