Poster
A firm hand. A man of paper.
A woman looks at him.
A real man was there behind.
A real woman, long gone from the screens of people,
which reappears, herself finally, lost, perhaps in appearance,
in the middle of the tear of what was the appearance, ie, today in the heart of real,
of concrete life. This beautiful woman who looks at the firm hands of adventurer man.
A man from another time, a man might have been expected,
and we've seen in another film than the film where was the woman.
But the tears of time and human activities are now all changed, everything has changed.
Everything is different, everything is true, finally, after years of simulacra,
it lives that what has always been alive.
I would also tear these deceptive appearances, only to find myself, me too, in terms of life.
In the truth of life.
You look and you'll love him, after so many years.
And you, the man whose face can't be seen, only hands, strong,
which are anchored in the world, you adventurer paper, seemingly fearless.
You, you again became the essence of yourself, faceless yet ready,
I think, to relive in the eyes of the one you did not expect,
while you were there, glued to the other for years.
How much time did it take for you to meet at last !
You know, you were too close, you didn't see each other any more !
Perhaps, surely, you saw each other, during a very brief moment,
the moment you were put on this screen, in real frozen once, now damaged, opened.
Enjoy it, so it's time, life has only one time,
enjoy it, meet you, live your adventures,
because tomorrow, instead of your life, there may be a white cemetery
immaculate, ready to receive new simulacra
But so what ? Me, I'll remember you,
and remember that life is much stronger than the mortal vanity of men.