Aparté

If on the hips of the key were hung the G and its brothers and sisters, the echo of the choir would cross the centuries. Give ear!

You're hanging on by a thread, fighting the last breath. Heroic! Overwhelming!

Flex! Tip! Little rat or big mouse, take the power and lead the dance!

Where has your fertile and beautiful youth gone? Who stole it from you?

Bed and breakfast for hedgehogs and porcupines, nature welcomes you seven days a week.

In the land of angels, secret refuge of dreams.

Set on the horizon, the rare pearl of mystery shines like the beacon of knowledge.

Between the lines, the singular imprint of desire laid bare.

I am true and false, object and reflection, light and shadow, reason and emotion, calculation and chance. Choose your truth, your winner!

Rendez-vous as the crow flies.

Fertile beauty, who rubs against it, pricks himself with it.

Delicious silence, hung in garlands along my lips, to celebrate my joys, betray my sadness, with finesse.

Land, water, light and us...the heirs. And that's it!

When glory is the only reference, all talents are measured side by side, and all mankind contributes to it.

In your transparency undulate the features of a noble character. Cultivate it, it is your light!

Deadly kiss or full of love.

You evaporate me and I succumb with pleasure.

A dancing line on my white page, what a beautiful program! Draw my destiny!

A pure, penetrating, unfailing love, subtly veiled in a certain modesty, open to the stars and to sincere hearts.

I let myself be lulled by the delight of pleasure in the warm twilight that touches me. Great luxury!

In the roots of the sun, weaving between water and light.

Between the lines they stand up, imperturbable, dominating, like so many milky ways, to show the world the path of its future.