{"id":81642,"date":"2011-02-02T10:05:46","date_gmt":"2011-02-02T09:05:46","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/lesaint.abvent.com\/?post_type=serie&p=81642"},"modified":"2020-08-31T10:22:58","modified_gmt":"2020-08-31T08:22:58","slug":"untimely-2011","status":"publish","type":"serie","link":"https:\/\/agencevu.com\/en\/serie\/untimely-2011\/","title":{"rendered":"Untimely, 2011"},"content":{"rendered":"
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Untimely, 2011<\/em><\/p>\n<\/div><\/section>\n

Patrick Taberna<\/a><\/h5>\n<\/div><\/section>\n

My moments whispered in the ear of the wind and then scattered across the oceans, fade away…<\/p>\n

And under the waves of oblivion, a foam of memories, alone, unrolls my light life, to the nucleus of dust where nothing has ever existed.<\/p>\n

So I grab and chew and spit out every image of nothing, and tie and protect the buried light of my past seconds, fighting hard, against time and against the current.<\/p>\n

And slowly, by the fixed ink, gently rise childhood bouquets and perfumes of wandering, as gifts given to my soul finally moored.
\n Sylvie Sallaberrenborde<\/p>\n<\/div><\/section><\/div>

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