stone harmony

Poh kok tek
Wek wok fleck
Slome
Difficult to let the obstacle go…
Imagining myself playing the guitar in a slightly sunbathed country gathering of friends
Light lace of poetic imagination
Sweet tiny irregularities of a sand-based stone, like a sablé cake…
Sometimes forming, sometimes losing its form, but with no risk of never finding a new form again…mental relief of a stone…
So much more permanent than we are…
So much older, and with so much more future…
Let us give the power to the stones…let them lead us…towards  harmony…
When everythings seems to have found its right place…and nothing is a problem anymore…and then comes something like the feeling that everything is bound…lightly…spiritually…by its own will…
Let the dream go on…keep on acting in ourselves…to give life a good sound…and the world a good music…
Yes there ought to be a foreign solemness to cure our sufferinks…

In a way I have got the feeling to be nowhere…lost among self-chosen servitudes…hence a bizarre feeling, of dissolution…It was more easy to find myself back when everything was against me…
But it is a floor too, on which I hope I can build now…At the age of 36, soon 37, it seems that something starts to be solid…for me.
Amazing times…when you must be 40 to start a social living…as a human being, not as some clone…

There is well…white flowers…woing whence wound…soporific sortilege…spelltawn…sew clew fl…
Ffffffff…..
Fffffffff…..
Fffffffffeeeeee…
Fffffffffffeeeeeeeeeeeeyouuuu…
Fee you peep hole
Stole from the abbey
And if some day he realized ? But how can it be ? How can he ? Oh Kanye !
Can I song… can all tsong…canal tsing…tsong han sin…sin gas…sin terra…sin coyell…sin cowell…sean cowell…shaun cow hell…shunk how well…ol all hole ole wall hall oll …

Oh yo well tell kill
You’ll till you’ll heel you lee hill…
Julee…july…Jules, I…
Coming back to culture…
Everything is
Under the
Dictature of…
But if we had some culture ?
But if we
Neoliberalism is an obscurantism
Grocerer’s obscurantism…

Why ?
I don’t know…