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EXPO IN STUDIO STREET DIES OF ART: DEBRIEFING

I'm hardly present on the blogs these days because I am Rather, in real life. I Pl. for nearly a month on 20 texts for the exhibition that I mentioned in previous post. You can find them in their entirety in Tat Eye and Paris- emotion. The exhibition in the workshop of Columbus was a first for us three, and it made me want to do more! Alternating with two collages of the artist, it ended in a sunny garden in a friendly and artistic!

I publish a poem here not shown in the photo exhibition to accompany "A New " Tat, who had required to write the text itself on its picture. The story is that neither one nor the other we were on our concerted texts ... which finally for one and both are variations on this theme, until the form, since Tat also wrote his "R" in blue capital letters;)

And not to be R este, here is the quatrain that I'm most proud of writing for one picture Francis, who said to me all the work of my two friends:

It is these images which we can not say anything for fear of
to dim their luster a sigh
For their ephemeral beauty is enough to look
So I let the eyes that language must be silent.

left, Tat photos, right, photo Francis

I invite you to see a greater impact on their respective pages

New R

The lett R e comes in the words of oxygen
a course, Room R e, which does not fail,
bubbles that fly by blowing through my veins The fifth
R s lib R are reportable R power R loves R in worm R R s liv es .

I am the daughter of R , an Eve who R Eve
you Tonight I p R ends t R ain time louse R any R eviva R e
L'ho R Izon of your eyes, pa R smoke your OWCs R ,

What I have felt that once batt R e cons mine
R espirit inches under your R 're the could R Summer has R cannot
Printer our co R ps a stir ve R s hands, I'm

these R garlic Fe R who your b R have ove R ts
Pa R alleles obscurity R es that do both teams to meet R ent point where
son of souls Conve R gent throughout this beautiful Ethe R !

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Some memories collages R EU MEU R T R A T that day, a Grand thank you to him, again!

I. Toussaint Louverture




II. JEAN JAURES

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Stories O

The clouds accumulate with tremolos in the gas
I feel the first drop that broke the camel's
I am suspicious of the other sleeping: my stunt double
From mud baths, fountains disturb my

mouth And I still mist before these golds
frozen ice has frozen the movement of tides
A heavy blow in the horizon of my waters hither
Like a poison in the bone is distilled in my blood

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Mental above, I do not lose hope yet
Between two zoos to find a soul in tin, I hail
To better throw me: hello? but the pool is black
And there are only those stupid seagulls my calls ...

Photos: (1) Jardins de Bagatelle Neuilly, (2) Gulls on the Rhine at Basel, (3) Carving of Tinguely Basel.

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EXPO PHOTO DOVES

As I usually do it on this blog, many of my poems are illustrated with my photos. This time, I'll give myself another year, I had already done a photo of Gérard Lavalette. Next is Paris-Emoi and Tat Eye to lend me their pictures to me to illustrate my best ... I hope you will come many. There will also be a second session of collages Died Street Art, this time in his city, Colombes (Toussaint Louverture and Jean Jaurès). For Jean-Jaures, actor Jean Baptiste Hazo intervene. High tea will follow the workshop Rue D'Art Dies at 37 rue du Commandant Rivière Colombes (bring your desserts and drinks). You can see photos of Paris and Tat-Emoi to the Eye, illustrated with my lyrics, sometimes new on this blog. The exhibition, free admission, will be opened in the morning from 10 am to 19 pm 30