A SPLIT in human existence between timeless pleasure and the temporal unfolding of human history".

The idea of ​​"being-where I-am-supposed-to-be" is as valid for me as "being-in another-place-where-I would-like-to-be."

It seems a certain transcendental utopia where both ways are the result of the constant projection and idealization of ourselves in another place or with someone else.

Space and temporality as alienation ironically obey to the emptiness in ourselves.

And this «emptiness» is even illusory itself, for it is always confused with desire. 

Desire is the true emptiness, I believe.

Nevertheless, these are merely my thoughts, and as usual, I’m wrong...

A4

you said
the Sun’s metaphor
isn't appropriate
to describe
you

but

how can the sun
see
its own glow ?
how can the sun
feel
its own heat ?

how can it
be aware of
its magnificence
its dreadfulness  

it is like
you have swallowed
all the beauty
of all things

cough it out
give it back
please

the Sun
knows nothing
about
heartaches

A3

 Pour la peine
Il y avait
un soleil
      [et ses mains.

Pour l’incertitude
Il y avait
sa parole
      [qui disait
       pas encore.  

Voici ce qui reste:
      [Mnemósine
         entre nous.

A2

Flying
closely
with you
turned me
into
Icarus

I was not
supposed
to have wings,
for my reality
is medial.

Water suffices
unto itself.

Still;
your light
goes  
through me,
and for
a moment
it seems
I have
a glow of
my own.

A1

L'altérité,
L'autre.
L’impossibilité,
La puissance,

Mon désir.

Le serpent
se mord
elle-même.

L'arrivée,
Le départ.
La privation
La fissure
ne cède
encore.

Est-ce
la perte
l'illusion ?