48°51, 2°24 N.I.G.H.T

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Soon, this is soon now

We will live with the night

And go to sleep with the heat

Short after the rising sun for dinner

What a night

What a light

Our shadows will be sideways on the streets

Everything will be deep blue or thin red

No day

That will be our days

This is the moment for imagination

What will be our days ?

This is the moment for imagination

The night and the rising sun colour our brains

The night envelopes, even penetrates

It is deep, I am deep

The rising sun opens the heart and the last walk 

I am the lightness. It is short

Days were transparent, always ahead

Nights have never been articulated

And what will be our dreams ? 

I write in English

High on my balcony 

While my tongue can’t reach me

Dreaming everywhere

I feel, I am the free stranger

Lonely 

- How I feel stranger in that new world to come !

I see the distant moon and the dark trees

I see the sleeping buildings

Their dazzling shapes throughout the burning days

Stop raking, hear

I hear below me

Flickering

I hear alcoholics and nightbirds 

Gibberish - I’m not alone

I listen

What if they’ve learned to get each other ? 

Remember

They are the natives of the night

Will they be banned in the new world ? 

I see every alcoholic waters daybirds in the arms

Where will they be banned in the

Stop raking stop !

Worlds are knocking on my door

Brave New World 

Brave

Business is very imaginative

What are they already imagining ? 

Taglines before assets, fresh new management ? 

New nightlife allies and new enemies 

Like wars

Business is early and hectic, like me

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Pierre Soulages, 1961, image de photoluminescence en fausses couleurs