A poem by Charles Baudelaire and paintings by Thomas Cole, The Voyage Of Life
Enoch suffers his punishment without understanding anything, until ...
There are many doors to get to other worlds. Sometimes they are visible.
At that time, there were lightning plants all around the globe. On these plants, thunderstorms never stopped.
You, Enoch the Rogue, you have behaved like a boor. I banish you from the living of the gods.
A sublime poem and photos no less beautiful ... Thank you Henri Michaux and Ludmilla Zahno!
To live as a warrior supposes constraints. Here are some shortcuts ...
A religion of the poor that starts on the markets to finish in the gold of the Vatican.
I, Enoch, born Aorn son of Thyan the hunter, I land on the fourth island that is populated by giants.