LE LIVRE D’IMAGE

Do you still remember how, long ago, we trained our thoughts?

Most often we’d start from a dream…

We wondered how, in total darkness,
colours of such intensity could emerge within us.

In a soft, low voice
Saying great things,
Surprising, deep and accurate matters.

Image and words

Like a bad dream written on a stormy night.

Under western eyes.
The lost paradises.

War is here.