23 July 2006

Blur






Flou comme on dit. Et flou comme on aime rarement. flou parce que Non, parce que mon etranger, parce qu'aucune verite, irreel, inhumain, parce que maladif, parce que la beaute se merite. Et pourtant dit la palette du peintre.

Blurry as they say. Blur as you know. Blur as people rarely like. Blur because negativ, because its my own stranger, because of unreality, inhuman things, because it's sick, because beauty is worth itself by far. But then who knows say the painters' colours.

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