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April 23, 2015

in everything we do, in the smallest, farthest nooks and crannies of space, within ourselves and among ourselves, both inner and outer, near and far.

Quoi que tu fasses, l’amour est partout où tu regardes / Dans les moindres recoins de l’espace, / Dans le moindre rêve où tu t’attardes / L’amour, comme s’il en pleuvait, / Nu sur les galets…

Francis Cabrel, from the song, “Je t’aimais…,” L’essentiel 1977-2007

Whatever you may do, love is everywhere you look, in the smallest, farthest nooks and crannies of space, in the least of the dreams in which you linger; love, as if it were raining, pure, on the bare pebbles of the beach

Create it at the speed of breath, knowing that we are breathed.

4-26 Lucky for the novelist, the poet, Peter Davis, has contributed these “bad translations”:

Well, what do you care, you think of love as a parrot

with his wings spread on the empty sky

with the wings of your attention

a love that can somehow please

the new night sea

or

What you do is fast, a love that everyone sees

with the sadness of empty space

with the sadness reviving your thoughts

of Love and how it pleases

the brand new gents

Et voici, a new character enters the plot. To his good health!  And another by photo.  Nice.  To her good health!

From → aesthetics, health

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