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egliseI abandoned all forms of religion long ago although I grew up in the Catholic culture. However, I have retained some affection for churches. I like the way  communities organise themselves around them, I also like the variety of their manifestation: sometimes impressive, to the point of being overwhelming, sometimes majestic or simple. I prefer small, stone or wooden churches. They invite to silence, contemplation. I can hardly resist the temptation to enter, when I find one on my way. I even light up  lanterns,  for the sole pleasure of seeing flames in small glass jars of different colors. Too bad these days, I almost always bump  against a keyed door. It seems that by locking  their doors, churches deprive communities of  moments of solitude and contemplation which would be good for all, whatever their religious tendencies are.




Home :

A place

where there are no ripples on the water surface

A place where I go when things go wrong

A place

where lined notebooks are like a second skin

where words win over  the  hazards

of life and sores

Planification of the shelves


Of names

and passions

Of rebellions

and resolutions

Of explanations

 and Affection

(and sometimes also the assignment)

Of attacks

and alliteration

and altercations

In short, of the occupation of the mind,

for life


of stone and earth


When light strikes

briefly and suddenly

as the shortest day is getting closer

it seems that the dead

continue their pagan conversation

merrily, almost

as if nothing had happened


Last chance


Last chance
…. for autumn lights
to shame summer
by transporting the tenfold emotions of
Its dramatized light
before the coldness of the earth,
the darkest hour of winter (Milton Keynes)


Shadows on the Avon River Bridge


Shadows on the Avon River Bridge



走了一会 (walking for a while)

(In Christchurch, July 2014)