One can't write directly about the soul. Looked at, it vanishes. --- Virginia Woolf That's because the act of looking is the soul.

1 - Want to write a poem 2 - Ideally, have something to say (if not, you might want to stop here) 3 - Wander in your home aimlessly for...

The long grey field is distinguishable from the long grey sky only by a shade. The shade has a number. The woman is sitting in front of...

« Il n'existe que trois êtres respectables : Le prêtre, le guerrier, le poète. Savoir, tuer et créer. Les autres hommes sont taillables...

The road led from one room to another. There were stairs between them, nothing horizontal, all skies. But in the new room, closer to the...