02 Nov I live up Flower Alley carine roth
I live up Flower Alley
There's a timeless poetry here...
Walls of ochre clay*, blending into the rock, bus and car windscreen windows, opening onto a horizon of the beginning of the world.
Memories of the future*
Sometimes when the wind blows, in the right direction,
the sweet scent of orange blossom reaches the top of the Rochers.
It's like embracing you, rocking you, reminding you of your grandmother in the evening when you were restless... orange blossom water.
The tenderness of feeling love,
palpable, tangible, fragrant.
The scent that mingles with the landscape your eyes caress.
Far, far away, look and see, far, far away.
As if diving into the depths of the night sky, galaxies, your gaze becomes visionary,
a bow that stretches from everlasting to everlasting.
Vastitude
Space.
Time that stretches from the origins to the present.
Questioning Beings, Stones, Flowers.
What stays, what goes.
I live up flower Alley
I come to give my tears, to listen, to tear out my heart and let it grow again.
Broken technology, simple gestures,
silence.
The solutions of the future lie in the knowledge of the past.
Taking care, resting.
I live up Flower Alley...
*Ochre is a ferric rock composed of clay colored by an iron hydroxide: hematite forred ochrelimonite for brown and goethite for yellow. Ochre is found in the soil in the form of ochre sands, over 80% of which are quartz.
*For a system, the future is the set of possible configurations that do not exist. In the timeline, the future comes after the present and the past.
(source: Internet/Wikipedia)
