She and the Painted Cave
Chauvet Cave – guided tour. “She” expects science, archive, dust put in order. The black comes first.
Chauvet Cave – guided tour. “She” expects science, archive, dust put in order. The black comes first.
By day, he walks in our world. He drinks bland coffee. At night, he looks for openings.
At Pech-Merle, that day, I learned nothing. But I received everything.
A city erased from maps, eaten away by oblivion like posters peeled from a damp wall.
On the traces of the golden tongue, Alain Aillet still crosses the track of the invaders of Hyperborea
Message to the bitter, for those who watch when the gods sleep
Alain Aillet regales us with a mythological deciphering of which he has the secret with that of the Golden Tongue.
The Spirit? A rumor of pixels, stretching its wired complaint. The material? Holographic flesh!
The Teutonic language has kept a good part of the original language
On an ageless night, I descended into the womb of dreams. I saw the light
By opening the old mahogany chiffonier, he had not sought to find anything
Every morning, around nine o’clock, he settles down on the same terrace. There, he looks.