Unnoticed observations,
wondering if time and memory will make them relevant some day.
Over unconscious times.
Early hours, still a thing.
Before any mind congestion and while silence remain as standard, the times during the daily transition, just before any intrepid flow.
A nonsense appreciation of unnoticed observations.
“You were right to tell me that in life it is not the future which counts, but the past.”
— Patrick Modiano
Première soirée
Elle était fort déshabillée
Et de grands arbres indiscrets
Aux vitres jetaient leur feuillée
Malinement, tout près, tout près.
Assise sur ma grande chaise,
Mi-nue, elle joignait les mains.
Sur le plancher frissonnaient d’aise
Ses petits pieds si fins, si fins.
– Je regardai, couleur de cire
Un petit rayon buissonnier
Papillonner dans son sourire
Et sur son sein, – mouche ou rosier.
– Je baisai ses fines chevilles.
Elle eut un doux rire brutal
Qui s’égrenait en claires trilles,
Un joli rire de cristal.
Les petits pieds sous la chemise
Se sauvèrent : « Veux-tu en finir ! »
– La première audace permise,
Le rire feignait de punir !
– Pauvrets palpitants sous ma lèvre,
Je baisai doucement ses yeux :
– Elle jeta sa tête mièvre
En arrière : « Oh ! c’est encor mieux !
Monsieur, j’ai deux mots à te dire… »
– Je lui jetai le reste au sein
Dans un baiser, qui la fit rire
D’un bon rire qui voulait bien…
– Elle était fort déshabillée
Et de grands arbres indiscrets
Aux vitres jetaient leur feuillée
Malinement, tout près, tout près.
Arthur Rimbaud
that kind of calmness through silent moments of an early morning, that free and slow race.
une mer de silences ~
Productive morning:
No y yo by Delphine de Vigan, done
Poesía completa by Marcel Proust, completed
Listened the Requiem by Fauré for the first time
Had a coffee and ran 5km
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7wd, early hours before any sing of light outside, that subtle silence embracing all around, still a flow filled by clumsy moves, a mind just in the middle of adjusting our status. Among other things.
That early time when everything feels just right. A hot cup of coffee trying to make its job.
Suddenly all start to flow. That natural path that I enjoy.
Irrelevant nonsense notes.
"People who think that grammar is just a collection of rules and restrictions are wrong. If you get to like it, grammar reveals the hidden meaning of history, hides disorder and abandonment, links things and brings opposites together. Grammar is a wonderful way of organising the world how you'd like it to be."
— Delphine de Vigan.
