Safari Themed Sayings

at every step the first step, even if you fall
you get up, sun, rain, rattling fingers
on a keyboard and abandoned the book, taken
What are you looking for that you'll never be able to find
you find but still not knowing
and a lifetime at this game, won or lost
lost and won, with each day hoping
to stop the day, vertigo hopeless
where blind once more you do that again

Jacques Ancet, identity obscure

You have to start putting a word to each other as we walk, move forward in the light of day without necessarily knowing where you're going, because The world needs to start somewhere, in a city or a book, no attempt so maybe because there is nothing to find, it does not return to the origin in this movement outdated nostalgia , as we move randomly plunged into darkness for a piece that we are not so foreign, just different and changing every moment, I'm not only me, who am I again, or what? a word, a sentence that everything starts, one step before the other, moving toward you without knowing who we are, without even knowing who is there, sometimes we wonder if we will eventually get there, even if a specific purpose encourages us to go on, I look, I do see nothing but some vague signs, advance, make that very moment, the first steps, first words, the engine later in the tracks which register is a good start, there is nothing of known, nothing pre-existing, not hypothetical start receding as we always try to reach it, you just open your eyes, the world revolves around us, the world and its incessant rumor vibrates in us resonates in our heads, our every word, including gestures, to listen in advancing the transition from one word to another, as defined in the direction of travel, something we call, challenges us and forces us perhaps, something we want to dominate and there, yet we do not know, I'm in what I can not say, I am but I do not see it, to see him try to forget, memories blind, he should always be between, enter this motion, time still, tell, tell it something it is not trying to say but want to do and this is the intention of who wants what you said the unknown that we can talk, I do not know, I guess, what I dream, what I say, forgetful of every step, the glare of the words, it will So here.

text written by Pierre Menard , which we accept as part of a residence writer of the Ile-de-France , and presents her text: Start like that under the project waterbed : The first Friday of the month, each written on the blog of another burden to prepare each of marriages, trade, invitations. Horizontal movement to produce other links ... Do not write, but writing in another.