Joy in the ruins

Painting like writing raises without filling hands, makes smile without anything having changed, gives time to sit side by side in the middle of the ruins. And yet no one touches the bodies. Sometimes love actually comes, and that also comes to a name, someone’s name. Then begins this other vertigo, that of being both one and two, of never ceasing to be that as much as this. Incredible perspective above the void, image of the stubbornness of life to live, fabulous fitting of bodies between the torn terms of desire !