samedi 30 janvier 2010

The Copycat Mind




Dorian Grey laissa son portrait vieillir à sa place.
Pour échapper à son destin et en savourer un autre, plus brillant, plus éloquent, plus glorieux.

Le monde se partage ainsi en deux camps :
Un monde de faits et de gestes premiers, ainsi dénommés car personne auparavant ne les a produit ainsi…
Un monde de faits et de gestes reproduits, ainsi dénommés car ils sont la copie de faits et de gestes premiers…

Ainsi il y a les créateurs et il y a les copieurs.

Le monde se partage donc en deux camps :
Un monde de création, de génie, d’inventivité intuitive…
Un monde d’usurpateurs qui s’approprient sans égard la création d’autrui…

Ainsi il y a les prophètes et il y a les nocifs.

Mais le monde se partage en deux camps :
Un monde lumineux où le créateur s’illumine de sa propre communion d’avec l’universel…
Un monde obscur où le copieur n’illumine que son égo dans le regard de ses admirateurs…

Ainsi il y a les bénis et il y a les maudits.



Dorian Gray left his portrait age in his place.
To escape his destiny and enjoy a different one, brighter, more suggestive, more glorious.

The world so is divided into two camps :
A world of first facts and actions, so called because nobody else did it this way before ...
A world of reproduced facts and gestures, so called because they are copies of first facts and actions ...

Thus there are the creators and there are copiers.

The world is divided into two camps thus:
A world of creation, talent, intuitive inventiveness...
A world of Usurpers who appropriate without respect the creation of others …

Thus there are the prophets and there are the unwholesome.

But the world is divided into two camps:
A world where the bright lights the creator of his own communion with the universal ...
A dark world where the copier only illuminates his ego in the eyes of his admirers ...

Thus there are the blessed and there are the curse.
This text is not a copy/paste...

lundi 25 janvier 2010

THE ANGEL




I went to the dance show...
Everybody was around, ...
As we were waiting for the dancers, she came close to me, for few seconds.
Just the time for my finger to press the trigger... of my camera.
I don't know her, I will probably never know.
I just have this picture.
This is why I want to be a photographer, for this precious moments...

dimanche 24 janvier 2010

R.E.S.I.S.T.A.N.C.E



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Paranoia is in bloom,
The PR transmissions will resume
They'll try to,
Push drugs that keep us all dumbed down
And hope that, we will never see the truth around
(so come on)
Another promise, another seed
Another, packaged lie to keep us trapped in greed
And all the, Green belts wrapped around our minds
And endless, red tape to keep the truth confined
(so come on)

They will not force us
They will stop degrading us
They will not control us
We will be victorious
so come on

Interchanging mind control
Come let the, revolution takes its toll
If you could, flick the switch and open your third eye
You'd see that
We should never be afraid to die
(so come on)

Rise up and take the power back
It's time the fat cats had a heart attack
They know that their time's coming to an end
We have to unify and watch our flag ascend

They will not force us
They will stop degrading us
They will not enslave us
We will be victorious

They will not force us
They will stop degrading us
They can not control us
We will be victorious

The Muse: "uPriSINg" From the new released album "The Resistance"