Monument inversion - When the non-sense softens the drifts, waves after waves, slipping endlessly in the mirror of appearance This frozen water Every waste neglected in this scattered look It’s time to surface again, where fragments of concrete have floated Last tireless lights and last sip Dark again, invisible to the naked foot, seconds pass by on and on, like the ghost of the time Waiting, in this frozen water

Curve and abundance - An everlasting frozen water into high boldness grass Paralyzed, quartered, rigid eyelids like thirsty sticks, the horsehair bunrt by the wind and all these panic-stricken horses are crossing this red landscape of frightened purpils. Pastoral and pleasant, the images alternate in this devasted and tortured spirit
Each point seems linked but hides in these ruins, a cut Heavy, so heavy like this infinite cube, drowned into unbreakable stones Fascinating like these huge trees, nobles and sereneThis destruction still fascinates A single sight’ll be enough, only one, to rebuild everything A philisophical sight

heaven sent anvil - As clouds choke the skyline : rise black !The weight of led, sucks the, air dry Endless cliffs, passive rifts collide sink in Sink in Hanged brackens, crushed under these Weak oaks scorched from the base with smoking sap Building escape plans to the atmosphere Same forms same colors Wathever

In worship facing the ruins - same forms, same colours ! WhateverThis sadness !It’s still so cold, suddently, a circle, maybe the right one, maybe not ! Sadness Still this vengeance to believe in a renewal after the ruin Gather all the workers, workers of disorder !Rebuild the empty space into an empty space The conception to translate negative waves, by building always lowers, higher !