on a wire I was drying my socks
It was an internet cable with sockets
Thus I entered into universes
Now called Metavers
My farm was not producing bitcoin,
but butter
search engine of destiny
What lies hidden in oblivion
In this joyful foggy weather
Do not rely only on chance,
But on a crystalline and limpid deductive work
Jupiter and Saturn a puddle of beauty
Bet on the possible light of eternity
A great conjunction, night and space of uncertainty
Talk about the world without freezing it
Stellar desire hardened angel of frost and snow
Tranquil Delight Essential Show
Of a hidden planet, of a presence
Very singular orbit.
space, time, present, past
more or less distant
Dark clouds are tarps
And the rain a veneer full of irony
Who must not prevent us
To imagine a thousand galaxies
The surprise of existing
Find his words
Find a quiet table
Look for the real things
As they say, and as they should be.
The silent report of the soul
When we empty cellars and attics
missing parents
Return of what was lived
I drank a famous sip of poison said Rimbaud
Before leaving for other worlds
Road-movie of canyons and ridges
The Otherness of the Sonoran Desert
Return to cities to engage
Protest ecology feminism equality
Connected urban
You have to be proud of your experiences
What you did
We must send smoke signals
