INTERI EU RS TRAVEL
ha ï kusetpo ê mescourts
Modern mythology,
C esimmobile moments:
O urinternal trips.
Symmetries and forms of an evening
The semi-darkness shelters those who do not sleep
The street lights up people who come home late
Winter Sunday on the terrace
People are at the show:
Spectators watched!
In my cup a tea,
My city between two elephants:
Urban hot drink.
The vagueness of the discussions,
The waiters at attention.
Symmetry of the moment.
Beyond my table
In the effervescent warhead
I contemplate the harbor
Late afternoon sun
Quiet in the port.
On the water float dreams ...
In the misty sky
The sun plays with the shadows
The trees are disheveled
That rises in the air
it is not a kite ...
It's a crocodile!
The sky in the sand
The waves as horizon
The surfer waits.
Traces in the sand,
The bathers are no longer there
The prints remain.
Between white and black
Is the gray of the sky.
The men are playing tonight.
Electric sky
Heaven and ocean unite
Liquid embrace
These lukewarm walks,
The first sunbaths.
Our beautiful months of May!
Impasse Graffes: noon
The steps behind the railings,
The stairs to the wall.
Ink butterfly
On salty skin
Summer hope
Beautiful sun rain
Bathers at the dock, bathers in the water
Hot summer day.
Oil sea
for water fishing:
anglers.
By a broken pane,
I discover a deposited island
On the water and the rocks.
The old man, the child,
Shadows between the rocks.
End of day moment
I photograph you
Hidden behind your harness -
Touching shyness
He heats up in the sun
The old man with the crutch-
Cold November.
It's already nighttime
Ice cream parlors have closed
It's late let's go home
Moment in a lifetime.
It's just a station forecourt,
A night stopover.
Your image my baggage
Where I go my heart is not
Longing on my lips
Black sweater and white night
The traveler with the bag
Try to rest.
Track Y, my train is waiting.
In your hair a promise
My head is filled with hope.
Leak on the rails
My memories, my future
So far and so close
These moving images
The train leaves them behind
Only the vagueness remains.
Flood lights of the port
Reflections at the top of the glass
Men run by.
Through the frozen window
Blurry city lights
The reflection of the file
Pavers and wet floors
A man walks by the ferry:
Night walk.
Like pearls,
The drops in the lace shine.
Magic in the night.
Anthill humanity.
Only the luggage arises.
Around the world is agitated.
Gray day, pouring rain,
Passers-by walk and pass each other,
The umbrellas are dancing.
Storm frenzy!
Footsteps rush through the puddles
wet trees bow.
S ilhouettes
Vaguely with both feet in reality, one day I opened the dictionary and I could read:
Silhouette: n. fem. syn. shadow
a) black shape on a light background
* The black silhouette of trees in winter
b) appearance of a person
* the slender and slim figure
Well both feet in my reality, one day I opened my mind and I could see more, much more:
Through the words of the images,
Through our eyes mirages,
For our hearts of truths
That poetry has shown us.
Realities distorted into dreamlike images,
Before our eyes is born this strange idea:
The truth is an illusion and the illusion a truth ...
From dreams to realities, and from realities to lies,
Palpable ideas in vaporous impressions:
Reality turns into singular lies,
and deceives us in strange appearances.
Now I know it ...
Gregory BOIN
02/15/2007
Metropolis
Metropolis
The noise of the subway, the loneliness of the faces
Metropolis
Metropolis almost conquered, still rebellious.
I read between the lines of your Metropolis streets.
Metropolis
In addition to this, you need to know more about it.
At the corner of every street your silences and in your nocturnal agitations.
In addition to this, you need to know more about it.
Metropolis
All these lives in your boulevards that cross and slide:
where the flow circulates and life beats.
South Colors
In addition to this, you need to know more about it.
Once upon a time, there was the bright and colorful South. Place of life where tourists and locals populate the azure blue.
In addition to this, you need to know more about it.
In addition to this, you need to know more about it.
Once upon a time, there were human ants looking for the right place to end up with the sea.
In addition to this, you need to know more about it.
Once upon a time, there were those public and intimate places where we meet. These places where bodies give themselves to the sun.
In addition to this, you need to know more about it.
Once upon a time, along those long summer beaches, these individuals in slippers and light sneakers.
In addition to this, you need to know more about it.
In addition to this, you need to know more about it.
Once upon a time, there was this people of the south who, actor and witness, are active in a motley broom in colorful outfits.
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05.06.2019
In Ryth me lights, overexposure in
overprints, I scratch.
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The images scratch and crackle , the dust squirms in them.
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Ghostly, burned, stained, blurred they know feels any caliber.
In addition to this, you need to know more about it.
No more metronome, anarchy reigns
so that the clichés are shattered.
Terra Proxima
Very close to us exists a world, a strange place where weightlessness barely exists. A universe that seems to obey other rules: another space-time.
It is populated by beautiful and strange creatures. Sometimes magnificent, sometimes frightening. They can be adorned with unspeakable colors, or blend into the landscape.
These emanations of nature live and die between wanderings and survivals: Fantastic ballet of nature.
Once the veil of this reality was torn, we set our eyes on a new land: Terra Proxima.
In addition to this, you need to know more about it.
In addition to this, you need to know more about it.
Black and white nights along the coast, the streetlights illuminate me. Lonely nights along the banks I meet night owls blending into the landscape. As I progress the grain settles and settles.
Inert places and nocturnal agitations freeze in the middle of the darkness. Raw and grainy the images come to me: a few kilometers of artificial lights from the Catalans to Goudes. Marseille: half-asleep city you make us all take a night train.
To see and freeze the night in these places where the sea oscillates between boredom and celebration, I had to take the night grain. As for a night train, I had to pay for my ticket due to insomnia.
In addition to this, you need to know more about it.
09-16-09
G. Boin