Clouds

Clouds © Benoît Labourdette.
Poem in automatic writing about « Clouds »
A chance for introspection, class privilege. Even if what we see from home seems banal to us, the important thing is to share our gaze. The child knows her powers. It does it every night, imperturbably, and yet what happens at that moment is always indescribable. On the other hand, in order to think, I believe we have to accept that we have lost everything, so that we can rebuild from the ruins. (Forum des Images) The clouds move slowly, if you look at the sky for a brief moment, but seem to go very quickly if you take the time to look. The implacable and secular logic of the administration, the cement of our societies. From the sky comes a building, dedicated to the dream. To mourn or to bury?

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