Répit Je le pense: ce monde a peu de réalité je suis fait des trous noirs de l'univers Parfois quelquefois, en quelque lieu d'un paysage bouge une splendeur devant soi qui repose là dans sa migration et l'amertume d'être un homme se dissipe - Gaston Miron (Poèmes épars)
Au-dessus d’une rivière d’idées, sautant d’une pierre à l’autre pour essayer de la traverser:
La crise consiste justement dans le fait que l’ancien meurt et que le nouveau ne peut pas naître: pendant cet interrègne, on observe les phénomènes morbides les plus variés.
– Antonio Gramsci (cahiers de prison)
“When a rainbow appears vividly in the sky,
you can see its beautiful colors,
yet you could not wear as clothing or put it on as an ornament.
It arises through the conjunction of various factors,
but there is nothing about it that can be grasped.
Likewise, thoughts that arise in the mind have no tangible existence
or intrinsic solidity.
There is no logical reason why thoughts, which have no substance,
should have so much power over you,
nor is there any reason why you should become their slave.”
– Dilgo Khyentse Rinpoche
Over a river of thoughts, jumping from one stone to another to try to cross it.
Mixed feelings made the fall.
Lyrics: Dearest unbroken My body is unspoken How could I be loved? Wake up in the morning Feeling uncertain At the burning old spot For I remember The courage I had as a child Various colors I'm hiding inside She's a rainbow Ah... She's a rainbow Ah... And I am a difficult man And I am a difficult man Baby I'm choking My rhythm is smoking I'm floating around Shaking in the frozen Earth that I've chosen Surfing the clouds For I remember The joy I have had as child Various colors I'm hiding inside She's a rainbow Ah... She's a rainbow Ah... And I am a difficult man And I am a difficult man And I am a difficult man
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