Un soir, t'en souvient-il ? nous voguions en silence ;
On n'entendait au loin, sur l'onde et sous les cieux,
Que le bruit des rameurs qui frappaient en cadence
Tes flots harmonieux.
— Le Lac, Alphonse de Lamartine.
We were part of the dream.
The silence was our voice.
The air held our souls.
Our vision contained the future and the past.
Our existence was retained.
Our steps were unknown.
We were there,
and we were present.
A week of distance.
Life is motion.
02.02.2020
“Real generosity towards the future lies in giving all to the present.”
The force inside us,
the willing of being,
the unreasonable reasons moving our senses,
the storms pairing our peace.
Because of this and our motion inside.
“Dicen que los lugares conservan por lo menos cierta huella de las personas que los han habitado.”
“In art and dream may you proceed with abandon. In life may you proceed with balance and stealth. For nothing is more precious than the life force and may the love of that force guide you as you go.”