Manifeste n°37

Manifesto 37

In the spectre of a new dawn, my thoughts scatter like no other. I see his steps slowly slipping and mix with my dazzling hands. I observe you without being able to say anything but to ask you what you might have been waiting for before coming here. And if the drunkard could suffocate tonight, I would, at last, be able to breathe without jumping on the wrong-foot. It’s today, that enchanted light in our intertwined hands. And even if it’s only ephemeral, each fracture is part of the adventure. If my fastened body leaves me hanging to the rope, the rest of my existence is punctuated by burning movements and all too blurred eyes. It’s in this blue whirlwind that I let myself be carried away, and in these wildflower fields, I finally collapse without fearing to lose my freedom. I am unaware of everything and still no question needs to be heard. And if losing everything was enough for me to finally see you. I have often crawled towards the beginning, I sometimes staggered in another mirror, I have lost myself in my despair yet today I speak with the skeleton that guides me. I see you smiling peacefully, calm, and giving me hope that at this new horizon’s dawn I will be able to stream under that river for a new spring.

CAR ACT AIR