Apocalypse

DIABOLOS

The devil manifested himself on the lands of Europe after so much impatience, this blood-soaked land dried up three generations ago, and his thirst for evil was such that his laughter could be heard on every continent, even on the other side of the world, where its echo resounded in the tombs. Finally, he whispered in my ear, finally free. We all heard it and we all separated, we all separated the world into small judged parts, cut with a knife, chopped with a scalpel. Our heads also separated from our bodies, our thoughts separated and lost. The devil's name separates and in doing so, all evil becomes pleasure and death takes over our terror.

COURAGE

Was it the effect of the scars of our ancestors, of the last sacrificed, Jews, gypsies, utopists, humanists massacred by the industrialists of the war ? Were they awakened by the satanic words pronounced by the one who, in a few sentences, put on, perhaps unknowingly, the clothes of the delirious soul of the ultimate tyrant who has ransacked Europe for centuries. Cesars, Charlemagne, Louis XIV, Peter the Great, Napoleon, Hitler, Stalin? All of a sudden, a new courage was born out of necessity. No, your demons are really too old and dirty, there is something else to do than to let us submit to the immobility of emperors, kings, tsars, uniforms, there are much bigger threats we have to face in a near future. Between the devil and the deep blue sea, between the deadly life you offer us, and the naked and cold death, our choice is simple. We are no longer afraid, neither of you, nor of death.

HUMUS

The more I read, the more I watched television, the more I tried to understand, the more I was thrown out of my house, my home. There were no heroes, the wheat and the chaff were inextricably mixed. It was as if there was a vampire around every corner, in every room, at every turn of phrase. It was necessary to get out of this hell, to get out of the house, to throw myself on the ground, to smell the humus, to come back to the earth. Only the earth matters, only it shelters life. We, we kill each other.

FORGIVENESS

The moment will undoubtedly come on the paltry human scale, so why delay forgiving? I know that it is difficult, I also know that it is impossible and that, finally, it is always a sham. If I have to, I deliberately choose this imposture, if it can avoid further immense pain, irreversible more broken lives. We don't have time for pride anymore, we can't even afford it. Be forgiven or die for stubbornly rewriting inert history. Let us forgive ourselves, mourn our dead and write living history.

GRAVITY

Gravitational motion is like love, a universal energy that attracts and unites. Separation does not last, it does not have the power. To be one is the nostalgic dream, the only desire, the ultimate longing. We are attracted to each other as stars are born from the attraction of dust. When will we stop fighting against love?

SOLITUDE

On the seventh day, I am again alone and happy with my love. Surrounded by the noise and fury that makes no sense. I have turned off the television, pushed away the newspapers and put my books back in my hands, which authors have written very slowly, very carefully, in their solitude. The devil's screams have made me different, more attentive to the music of life, more desperate, more resilient and more loving. This is what the devil probably hates. He hates to be torn apart himself, he who separates us. And he left : my life is a drama, not a tragedy.