Michel Fardoulis-Lagrange
WATERCOLORS (Excerpts)
I The days ahead, we had to walk endlessly in the dunes. We had binoculars to observe the sea and get closer to the ancient times of sea monsters. This often depended on the length of the observed curve: to rediscover ourselves, unknown, and yet coming to meet us. II Senseless, salt statues. It was not uncommon that we are exposed gnarled roots outputs of soil like the tortured raptors. In the middle of work on Sunday, waiting for glory. III Equivalencies stretched out of sight and eternal rules. Perhaps we have forgotten what belongs to us. For here is the curve spreading its foam, its wildlife wilts never reaching similar hours.
(Transl. from French Panos Bosnakis)