Amnesia

Dream (useless),
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Another night
Another need for dreaming
And I will dream, oh yes, I will dream...no problem
And on morning, nothing will remain
Not a picture, not a sound, not a smell
Brain got its physiological need
Soul got just more hunger.

Without end.

Deconstruction

Same beach
Same place
Same hour
Same empty soul

Just thinking to people who hate me
Just thinking to people who don't think to me
Just thinking to unfinished work

Dreaming of random encounters while sun is burning my skin
Smiling at kids playing in water, searching crabs
Trying to write some meaningful words on the Moleskine

A gecko tatoo on anonymous leg, sunglasses, kitchy swimming suit
Beautiful people here, impolite people there
Discussions without object, just for fun
Smiles lost on horizon
Stones, salt, wind, cold water
Faces as masks
Masks as faces
Retorse nostalgia
Warm, much too warm
Lost time
Cigarettes
Sun

Melting in the rock, fusioning until becoming invisible, hollow
Arm on my eyes, artificial night, not enough, not enough
From a trap to another, I never learn
Drowning into the light
Quietly evaporating in non-sense
Cold laughings in background.

As usual.

Summertime

Summertime...

Another August month.
Have you ever said to yourself : "today I change" ?
Wanting to make something else, to break usual ways, to have some new memories to remember in Fall, wanting to live.

But Others are always there, to remind you Reality. They are here to show you happy families, long evenings with friends, smiles. They are always here to show you all you had, centuries ago.

Reconstructing... Oh yes... So easy to say.

Now I'm trying to avoid looking in their directions, trying to focus on the blue sea, the clouds, the horizon. But it's only emptyness that I reach. Future...

Scared of future, so scared.

Blog, photos, my Moleskine...trying to let marks of me. For what ? For who ?

All these summer nights in a desert and silent garden, looking for my star in the sky.

Some years ago, there were some good birthdays parties there. People left years ago.

Life lines are diverging, away, far away.

Human condition is an illusion.

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"We live, as we dream--alone. . . ."
Joseph Conrad (Heart of Darkness)