Category Archives: Year 2012

Every face

  Each face is a text to decipher .
If I observe the face of the other without
reduce it to what I think I know of it,
then an opening can occur in
my conscience and this is how God
comes to mind .

The face of the other recognized in its otherness
is of the order of the elusive and
the infinite .

The face is a continent that we never have
finished exploring, a limitless land,
a bottomless ocean.

His features, its relief like that of
the Earth's crust, bear the imprint of
all the big and small shakes
who marked him .

Reading between the lines of the face supposes a
" clairvoyance " that comes from the heart, go straight
in the heart and which is called love.
Le visage, this icon of the invisible, is good
plus fine, more precious and even more beautiful,
when the being who painted it by his experience, is
passed through the test.

The relationship with the face occurs as
goodness .

Look at a person's face, it is to put
his ego aside, it's trying to forget,
self ; is to allow oneself to be contemplated by the face of
the other, of this neighbor who is there, in front of
oneself and obliges us, necessarily and tenderly,
to make the stranger his closest brother.

" Looking at you your good smile invades me ...
Am I still of this world ? "
" thank you godmother . Thank you my good fairy . "


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Cancel your debts

 It seems to me to be of great importance to return the debts that our children or loved ones may owe to us .

” You don't owe me the love I have for you given, you are free to accept it or refuse it ” .

It is the best of conditions so that they do not remain chained by the tenderest and worst of debts., that of affection .

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By continuing the variations of Raymond Queneau on a known theme

  ” It is practice makes perfect, it is by reading that one becomes bindweed. “

And by photographing that one becomes a photographer – It's the fault of the graph and the background and if it comes together it becomes ” need to graph the background ” –

This is a writing close to the Vision. So that in developing the integrating process of the chain made of words and sounds of what shows, we pass the wall of symbolism. There is then access to speak to be, fault through which paradoxes engulf, nonsense, a breath novelty, and the random flight of a great bird drunk with freedom : the crazy-in-being that reverses the perspectives of any humanist project.

Between Tuilière and Sanadoire.

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