Joy in the ruins !

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 !


yes, you do the trick !

amber portrait of Haruka Akasako

summer 2023

Does the flesh refer only to itself? Certainly at first to itself, but also to much more than itself since it is to all that we engage in life. Whatever this flesh, the essence of the desire is to take the body of the other as the revelation of absolute intimacy, as befits. I think it’s the most moving thing to say to someone, “Well, you’re okay.” I would say, “Well yes, you do the trick” , if it weren’t for something a bit vulgar, but that’s what it’s all about, “Rest assured, you exist!”


12. Journey in Scorched Shadows

Journey in Scorched Shadows

New book by Daniel de Saint-Yon published on August 29, 2022 at Spa
(available from Gutta & Astula)

“As Empedocles threw himself into his volcano, 50 years ago I immersed myself in the ‘human servitude’ of passions to explore all the shadows and lights. It is Spinoza, the philosopher of joy and happiness, who will serve me here as a companion and guide to tell you in words and images the burning thread of this singular story, totally atypical, of hearts in disarray and bodies in disarray.” Daniel de Saint-Yon

 

 


nudity is just beginning

definitive, wild, dazzling

the nudity is just beginning

in the hollow of your openwork necklines

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She is never afraid. All taboos exist only to be transgressed before being dissolved to an extreme burning point that she carries within her.

From me too, she wants this fire that it is always possible to ignite between the stones of time. This is why all the doors remain open day and night like her legs which open at my approach, swinging with desire like her dress lost in the eddies of her passions. This is also why, definitive, wild, dazzling, nudity has only just begun in the hollow of her deep openwork necklines.

 

 


" Do you love me ? »

 

I was looking for simple signs to get my bearings, to keep moving forward without tripping too much. For this, always consenting, Ponko helped me, quite naturally, she taught me to recognize her by the smell, to guess the movements of her desire just by the turmoil of her heart, she insisted a lot on the approval of a kiss at the bottom of which we discover all the sweetness of our languages. Before her, I had never been so far into the erotic future of our desires and the brotherhood of debauchery. Impatient and resolute, her pupils dilated and hungry for thrills, smiling vaguely as she read without regard to the bottom of the inkwell of my eyes, she began to break, inch by inch, the walls of the labyrinth. Every night, with my head lying on her stomach, I heard a gallop of wild, mixed, polymorphous, frenzied orgasms rising in the distance.


10. Five years of philosophy in the workshop

I am pleased to announce the publication in English of my latest book written in 2019 in collaboration with Haruka Akasako

(available to order from Editions Gutta & Astula)

Fourth cover : "Haruka Akasako, a true philosopher fairy with a terrible sensitivity, a phenomenal enigma that I always try to decipher using the ideograms she left me. With her, I was invaded by unexpected images that devastated me. For five years, Haruka will have been a formidable conductor of resistance to me, causing powerful short circuits in time and space which have given back to my nights all their beauty.

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