2013/12/31

un cœur cri . . . AUTOPSYCHOGRAPHIE_FP

Feindre est le propre du poète.
Il feint si complètement
Qu’il en arrive à feindre qu’est douleur
La douleur qu’il ressent vraiment.
   
Et ceux qui lise ses écrits
Ressentent sous la douleur lue
Non pas les deux qu’il a connues,
Mais bien la seule qu’ils n’ont pas.
   
Ainsi, sur ses rails circulaires
Tourne, accaparant la raison,
Ce petit train a ressorts
Qui s’appelle le cœur.
Fernando Pessoa - Autopsychographie

©agnesAL

2013/12/25

Le seul mystère..

©agnesAL
Ah, comme les plus simples des hommes
sont malades et stupides et confus
auprès de la claire simplicité
et de la toute saine existence
des arbres et des plantes ! 
Fernando Pessoa_Le Gardeur de troupeaux et autres poèmes

2013/11/27

TITITLY TRIP >pic saint loup






LES FABULOUS TITILY SONT EN VENTE CHEZ LINETTE
une collaboration Agnès AL et Sophie Cuvelier

2013/10/10

Full of silence to love • • •

lerabling_10/2013
"Je suis plein du silence assourdissant d'aimer" ARAGON
"I am full of deafening silence to love"

2013/04/10

PINHOLE & STENOPE AT TSERING ART SCHOOL shechen/KTM/03_2013









Workshop Photo with the photographer Miguel Aguilar and : Jamdrol, Tsarak, Nawang, Tirtha, Wangchuk, agnes > thank you everybody !

2013/01/11

[Paint it black] No colors anymore...

I see a red door and I want it painted black No colors anymore I want them to turn black
I see the girls walk by dressed in their summer clothes I have to turn my head until my darkness goes
I see a line of cars and they're all painted black With flowers and my love both never to come backI see people turn their heads and quickly look away Like a new born baby it just happens every day
I look inside myself and see my heart is black I see my red door and must have it painted blackMaybe then I'll fade away and not have to face the facts It's not easy facin' up when your whole world is black
No more will my green sea go turn a deeper blue I could not foresee this thing happening to you
If I look hard enough into the settin' sun My love will laugh with me before the mornin' comes
I see a red door and I want it painted black No colors anymore I want them to turn blackI see the girls walk by dressed in their summer clothes I have to turn my head until my darkness goes THE ROLLING STONES