Star Traveler
On an ageless night, I descended into the womb of dreams. I saw the light
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.
He wakes up again, without haste, as one comes back from a journey that cannot be written.
When the rain crackles on the tiles of his house, Aurochs Ford Street, he gives himself to dreams
At a time before oblivion, men walked to the sacred, to the winds of legends.
Women in a circle. Guttural and fluid songs. Runes written on the water.
Erhard Landmann deciphered hieroglyps as you read comics … almost as well as Albert Slosman, his master!
Worl AAXE give texts co-written by Alain Aillet and Xavier Séguin.
Goslings are the offspring of the Goose, which can fly so high that it easily crosses the Himalayas
Science became a religion by loosing its conscience. It gets wrong and lies to us.
There is no progress, science is a trap, said Arthur Conan-Doyle