Land, air, the ocean has its fringe, more or less time depending on his mood.
In collaboration with the painter Stephane Quoniam, was born not long ago, a "little artist's book" a where three etchings are, for me, Office of the gaps in a coastal foliage through which so many times and always in vain, I tried to surprise element without being seen.
The text here could have taken place in the book.
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ROLLS
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Who sailed along a rocky coastline known as the roller is gregarious and occurs most often in colonies. At the foot of the cliff at the bottom of a creek, piling up of minerals of any size to ovoid, with mild outside.
It does not fall to pick up a stone, except for his dog run, a stone, unless one is a geologist, has nothing to say. But while roller, provided it is in our grasp, arouses a feeling in our palm compliance, adherence and desirable, and it gives him a cup of vocation.
Is it because the fair-weather cumulus, airships, seem by their oval overcome gravity, we believe that the wheel is lighter? Our wrist is always surprised to find more bulky than we felt as if his density was increasing its sweetness home.
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The roller is a stone of civilized people here who know how to cut corners being so evasive, they seem shifty, elusive. The rock may show its antiquity, it does not suggest, as the roller, the passage of time - including the invisible river, combined with the wind, never ceases to polish those
Whether shaped by the wave or waves of the river, he must first of the wave. Alone, she is quite flexible, enveloping him to print his elusiveness. A hamada sharpens and whistles and protests in the face of heaven a band of pebbles accumulating to itself as more than a locked flint.
It owes to the wave, but only a stream agile, determined, tireless, can be of ellipses - both by rolling, rubbing his fellows, and by sucking up to him give contours Bean. Running water or burrow fill; their effects stretch before our eyes in lines more or less loose. The roller is, their fruit, the one who picked up a quasi infracassable hull, best demonstrates the resolution, their tenacity.
He never "n'amassera foam, unless the foot of a cliff died. Except in calm seas, when the shingle bank is like a spawning ground that the seed of foam would fertilize, it asserts that in the discharge of its load dump body of rubble in a crash of the surf ..
(But that's littered with eggs tarnishes quickly between two projections of the wave! Like the wheel that we had picked up a recent glossy undulation and, earlier, fades in the air . The Supreme forfeiture is for him to sit on a shelf or acting clipboard, forever polishing his suspension.)
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Of all the kinds of rollers, those of flint or slate more likely to try my hand. My palm did then, with them, assault finesse, but must admit defeat and the contact with a child plays, corolla pink. And the word of nudity comes to my lips. Everything happens as if the stone was clothed common gangue, or its rough edges, but equal, the sweetness of grain-specific are pebbles of nudity. To it we must, with the feeling of immediacy, that of a curve whose touch we would pour itself in that anointing, we abolished in half to ease, to witness the tiny and infinitely confused. To the point that the embrace is not, but ours is more than what we think hold.
except that if any rock can become a consistent roller while the roller is not closing the touch. And that of basalt that I just typed. Its outside my skin porous honeycombed with tiny cells and they do not follow closely enough the epidermis. Because unanimity of my tactile papillae not accomplished, the prevailing feeling of the rough. Temperate but obvious, hostility from the stone is in sight.
So back to a roller silica, the touch of convenience in a manner meeting the accession of mutual recognition, which earned him fullness. Where I see that the mineral can educate a skin of living and teach him a caress slow or static, can win in remote areas, sometimes unexpected, as long as the anime discernment. Hence a wise lover benefits tremendously from the roller satin he just pick up and leave it cool in his hand.
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Should, provided, rely on the kindness of the roller? The blunt weapons can cause serious disorders, and it is stone, better than he fits a fist, a hard core strengthens a snowball.
just that time forwards he shapes to more benign until no more than gravel with each wave of jet draws a bustling multitude disturbed, that sand sizzles with the finals of gratification, that our greedy slime ankles, and that such an assumption of mineral grain infinitesimal a rumor wandering through mid-range navy.
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1. Francis Solesmes, Stephane Quoniam, Alongside the sea , Saint-Remy, "remote", 2010.
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