With her handShe smellsWith her nose She touchesWith her eyesShe manifestsWith her tongueShe inventsWith her earShe permeates With her handShe explores the edgeOf the InvisibleWorldShe meets the UnspokenShe picksThe Eath MagicUnshakableImmemorialInvariable With her noseShe discovers the limits Of the endlessWorldShe digs in the visibleShe imaginesa thousand and one flavorsOf the Colors of TimeOf the Colors … More Sensible
In French, they call it a “Dead Nature”, in other languages, like in English, we call it a “Still Life”. A Still Life is way more promising, way more alive. Since, even in stillness, the tiniest move remains. When Human Beings stay still, their nose wriggle, their hearts stand, their blood throb, their cells pound. When Human Beings stay still, something, no doubt, moves. A Still Life is way more accurate than a death sentence on a nature which, even still, moves inside as well. … More Still
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