Utopia © Benoît Labourdette.
Poem in automatic writing about « Utopia »
Through the trees, the dreams and my hands stretched out towards hope, this moon that gives rhythm to our cycles, I would like to invent it, to remake it like clay, to give it life again in my lives. Behind barks, utopia. Everyone’s utopia is perhaps a drawing centred on trust. Teenage objects share their various dreams.

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