At first I was trying to feature myself or represent me probably
It was awkward, fuzzy .... it's sucks a little
I said to myself Do this correctly,
A small effort !
Damn it ......
Find the outlook, Frame correctly finally, Invents what your stuff!
Loose you, Have fun, Enjoy ....
I said to myself a lot of stuff
But blah, I flit around my toys without success.
Blurred, always blurry
Is there something I did not understand?
What is it I have to do actually?
At the end I got fed up, I have to uncloak, I dropped my jacket, sweater, pants
Maybe naked ....
I really tried
I began to see myself a little bit, in the corners
I spotted stuff ... a bit clearer
Strange how skin is made
I tried to raise my head, see above actually!
To look further ....
Well... in the right direction at last
There is always this unclear thing that prevents to truly see through
Blur I say, that makes you a folly head ...
... A sort of I don't understand
So I tried something else, mirrors, reflections
The kind of stuff wich where you see yourself in, in the same time you seeing something else
It is not clear I know, but for anyone anyway
Even if things are appearing and make reflect
We always try to know too much, probably
I tried the frames, lines, perspectives
.... And even splits, glass breakage
Comes a time you're not sure about nothing anymore
Wavering, it is for good
t is perhaps at this point that I realized, or maybe slightly before
It was evening of full moon, it was windy somewhat, the wind turbine turned
I extended my legged riders on the grass and I relied my head
I guess I closed my eyes
I believe that I started to accept living with my soft
Comes a time when you don't have the choice anymore
Comes a time you agree
You remenber from where you come and in the same time you forgot it, you do it both things in the same time, I swear to you
You finally available
I don't understand
There is probably nothing to understand
The blur in my eyes perhap's it was there before...
I will go on living with mirors, look for them
Time goes so fast, but it's true, nothing ends completely, of the message, in a few words .....
.... And in my heart forever, the essential
Tonight a song Bashung, a french singer, it is still ringing in my ear
I have in the boots a mountain of questions
Where still remain your echo,
Where still remain your echo.