New travels and enquiries

I am once more gone away from home, again in a little cute town in Les Pays Bas. I have discovered many many things here, among which both happiness and hard work. And I've discovered beauty that I am more than willing to share with any eager eye. The beauty that I see might sometimes be trivial, unexpected or thoroughly complex, but nevertheless universally accepted as being remarkable.

Le mal ou le final

Nettoyage de ton coeur,
« Ca fait mal ! »
Tu peux dire.
Sans savoir vraiment
Qu’est-ce que c’est: le mal.

La métamorphose
N’est jamais complete.
Le papillon n’est pas juste un papillon.
Ou vont les papillons quand il pluie?
Quel est le but final?

A Plus B equals...

Who said addition is commutative was definitely wrong. The first element in an addition, the element before the plus sign is always the most important one. It is actually the first, the first on which your eyes lay upon. And the second is nonetheless the second. And that's the way it is.

Poppies

Spring is gone. Living in your own season is what gives you thrill of being unique, what gives your the right to feel whatever you want to feel. Unless you still need time to figure this out. Yes, the calendar tells me spring is gone. Or maybe not just yet.



P.S. The poppy is the symbol of death. By the way, this reminds me of the town of Ypres, in Belgium, a relic of the First World War. Ypres and its fields of poppies and grave stones in the remembrance of all that blood shed.


The word of the day: symbolism.

White and green, snow and trees

Now that spring has definitely come (the 25+ degrees outside certify this) we will see no more snow. But some of us still think about winter. Passing through seasons is not always such an easy thing to do, especially if you are a dreamer (no, not me; not necessarily).

The word of the day: white.

Wall abstracts

Walls are just walls sometimes. And some other times they are more than walls.

Je me souviens

I remember few things if I look back to specific events. But I remember these things that I have actually lived. Lived in the true sense of living. Like a walk in the park. Like a line in a movie. Like a deep fragrance. Like a train ride. Oui, je me souviens peu de choses.
Quite funny if you think that "je me souviens" is the official motto of Quebec. The architect had these words carved in stone above the Quebec Parliament's door. And it is even funnier if you think that it appears that he has not left any document explicitly stating the intended meaning of the motto. Donc, je ne me souviens rien.