A WALK THROUGH

MINDS
RQ ZM
 DEAR READER
I’M REALLY PLEASED AND EXCITED ABOUT PRESENTING YOU MY
NEW PRESENTATION OF A BUNCH OF ICONIC PHOTOGRAPHS,
PAINTINGS AND IDEAS.
I’VE ALWAYS WANTED TO KEEP MY HANDS’ SOUNDS CLOSE TO
YOU, ALL. TRYING TO GIVE YOU VIEWS FROM MY EYES AND MAKE
THESE LINES MORE AND MORE ALIVE AND WARM .
I’M HOPING YOU FIND NEW ASPECTS NEW INTERESTS, FEELINGS
AND DIMENSIONS. THIS WONT BE A SIMPLE BLANK WHERE I’M
EXPRESSING WORDS, I’M INVITING YOU TO MY MIND.
 There’s my carcass, an old soul alone, alive, looking like an
ancient aztec’s boy trying to find out how the future will be,
while forgetting about how harsh the present is and how this
simple present affects our beloved future with all its expectations
and hopes.
We’re standing with our "past" to the wall, while a "present"
pointing "reality" at our "future".
I’m hearing your mind asks quietly . Who’s pointing that gun ?
I’m hearing my mind responses slightly, it’s up to you to know !
I woke up at 3am after 3 hours of sleep, wishing i had more.
Insulting my own biological cells for not turning off, hitting my
own precious eyes as they don’t wanna stop imagining and
picturing a lot of uselessness, a lot of people’s face and tons of
past-present-future’s scenarios.
My bed is wet, as i was having fun. For me nightmares were fun
 Standing half naked next to the wall, where i spent years of
planning what to draw on its beautiful face. I ended up by leaving
it to the chemistry between us to keep reliving memories, images,
scenes from my last past. Convincing how my old life was
fascinating in every aspect, even relationships!
The last ME standing, here in the middle of no time, lost between
who i was? how I’ll be ? Is there any hints, give me lighter, show
me the rightful destination. Sometimes i feel like my destiny is a
railway and my life is a locomotive, neither of us have the will to
change this willpower and fly away from these chains of truths.
It’s 6am, after a long wait my wise man convinces me to update
myself at the museum. A lot of freshness, that I’m exhausted of
laying on. I’m here to re-analyze my beloved collection the black
paintings, oh ! So much vitality, my batteries are charging, faster
than lighting.
 Dark, flowers here and there and red everywhere, life’s s
like a train. You never know who you’ll be, whether a
passenger or a traveler. Till now I’m still an old man on my
twenties waiting, watching & willing to puzzle out when
She arrives. It’s been years since your last letter, months
since i lost life, and decades since you left our promised
station. Whenever i pass by your pretty face. I started
racing barefooted, trying to catch her bird ,Smoothly laying
my hand, on that harsh fence, to feel her heated heart. But
all i can sense, a hole, deep inside my engine, keep growing
with no interest to stop. I look around but it’s your
spectrum that i can’t replace.
 Every screen is nicely the same
I unlock my daydream
Initialize my glowing light
Restart my light-eyes orientation
Adjust my light-house tendency
Trying to reach your old frequency
Touching your soul’s number
Let me take my half second
Till my brain ruin your rainy face
Until it runs out from places
An emanated surgery
cosmetic sugary
Anatomical ants-y
Guzzle her gazelle, her gazes
Boxed my life’s gearbox
Sealed my motifs
Bury them alive
Lay the shape to bed .

Clyfford Still - Untitled- 1947- abstract expressionism-

Thanks for following me step by step, living these stories
the way i do. It may be more like an encyclopedic en-
psychedelic view, but due to our human nature, I’m
incapable to give you a pure water.
All I’m approaching with this display, are some new lenses
taken from my mysterious simple vision. To give you more
chances, angles and perspectives to portray the depth of
everything near your sights.
I’m going to give credits for the artworks i used, special
thanks to all these great artists who sacrificed their
happiness to give it to us well prepared. All we need to do
is look, guzzle, spot, see .
1- sofa by Dougal Waters.
2- cover of “tickets” movie directed by Abbas Kiarostami, Ken Loach,
Ermanno Olmi.
3- picture by my dear friend Oussama Harraz - time-train-
4- photographed by Desiree Dolron
5- artwork by Ben McLaughlin
6- Clyfford Still - Untitled- 1947- abstract expressionism-
7- back cover photo- from the master -2012- directed by Paul Thomas
Anderson .