Every means of communication what is call languages are mysteries
I am a foreigner in an insulated capsule
I taste. I explore. I take samples to try and break loneliness
I'm learning. Maybe, one day, I will be truely able to write and talk.

samedi 24 novembre 2012


Aren't they really pretty looking
these little flying things ?
Dancing around after sleeping so long
3 billions years old they are 
but forever strong ant young
all different but always the same
hunting that, chasing there.

And cleaning all the shit we've done 

Ho, ho, but you can't see them
never mind !
Phage is the proud name
of these darling mouths 

I invite you, nice dolls, 
so you can, so you will
do it there, do it now
waste no time
eat these mad beasties in us 
Make them pop and pop 
like champagne bubbles 
change us all, body and mind, 
so we can fly and sing 
before the last tide
before the suns
 before love 

Mijo (2008)