Patate Days
This is a very special page. Don’t miss the pale blue words. Translate. Meditate.
This is a very special page. Don’t miss the pale blue words. Translate. Meditate.
All the old folks are losing their heads. What do you think? Why would I be an exception?
“I have raised women! I have dared flames!” (Cahiers Ficelle, unpublished)
Without much illusion, I stumble blindly to find the way. Towards where? No idea.
Aka Patato can as long as he loses. If he wins, he can’t chat. Aka is a pro chatter.
The days without Vieux Patate have gone down the drain. I forgot all about them.
In Chartres was practiced at the summer solstice the trance of the caterpillar
A knight in armor displaying the colors of his Queen of Hearts on his lance
“I live, I die; I burn myself and drown; I am extremely hot enduring the cold”
I’ve been hovering for years through the waves of worlds and anti-worlds
I belong to the Wolf Clan through my benefactor Jean-Claude Flornoy, who didn’t tell me much about.
Just a little longer, you won’t see me any more. A lovely word attributed to Jesus.