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Refreshment Kiosk, Battersea Park, Summer, 1895 A girl can dream. She can dream all day while serving teas and clearing tables and taking orders from ladies wilting pleasantly under shady trees, their covetable bicycles propped and resting after so many circuits round the park. A girl can dream of how many miles she’d ride, out to Richmond and beyond into countryside and sootless air. How boundless then her horizons. So, off you go, ladies, refreshed, aglow, tootling blithely to your Mayfair homes. This girl has to hoof it up the Junction, weary of limb, and longing for her very own freedom machine. Sandwiched between little sis and big ’un, a girl can dream of spokes and pedals, two flashing wheels, the unstoppable momentum of her journey out into the world. by Hilaire south of the river
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Non il n’est pas interdit d’y aller dans l’impasse des pensées lampe frontale en direction du chantier des fouilles Oh celle-là, je ne veux plus l’avoir! Celle-ci m’appartient pour toujours! Pensées singulières dans un espace clos, reprenez la direction de la sortie. D’autres vous remplaceront, le temps d’aérer le temps d’incarner les idées refoulées. Chasser les pensées en boucle qui ne mènent nulle part. J’y suis venu, j’en repars. Je retourne au carrefour de mes inspirations. #poemedechezsoi
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"(...) la mort, prochaine ou vague selon son désir, soit l'aliment de la lumière inépuisable." Philippe Jacottet, Que la fin nous illumine
It’s about dreams and poetry. Thinking that dreams should only embody in poetry. Thinking too much and forgetting how much poetry is life, life is poetry. No cheesy reverie, no tedious minds. But be.