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Gorba Jun 21
Being rich gives you the luxury of wanting to have nothing.
Being poor creates the misery of wanting things that you sometimes don’t even need.
Being wise makes you doubt the simplest thing
While ignorance, ironically, brushes off any kind of mystery and critical thinking is dismissed

It is funny how we tend to live peacefully in a plethora of paradoxes
While most of us believe that most things are elementary
Who can explain why we can open and close a door in detail?
Ask me to clarify how a moving bike keeps balance and I would probably fail
I want to learn everything, ignite my curiosity without the need of matchboxes
But I wouldn’t have enough space in my narrow and selective memory

I remember being human without really knowing what it means
I remember being a person, who sometimes wants to forget about his feelings
I am in the middle of a limitless quest for sense and clarity
Hoping that one day I will understand why I need to “be”

Curiosity is the starting point of every and each discovery
Regardless of the field, regardless the genius minds behind it
Without questions, no answers bringing us countless benefits
The Moon would just be a boomerang regularly turning into a frisbee
Hanged up high in the sky, seemingly rough and dry
We would be fooled by a round street light, just like a fly
Bumping our head repeatedly on a clean window
Illustrating the fact that sometimes ignorance can hinder forward movement
When a movement can open our eyes to an underlying element
To eventually help out a neighboring fellow

Being right is often seen as an absolute
Omitting the fact that Einstein taught us that everything is relative
Falling head first on the ground would probably hurt before a bump would protrude
Falling head first on the lake refreshes the body and mind in a way that’s effective
In fact, both go forward but one is injured and the other enjoying
One has to heal while the other is playing

Writing can be a way to escape
Writing can be a way to explain
Writing can be a way to entertain
Writing can be a way to shape
The views of a body of people
In a society where individuals sometimes fortunately answer to the call
For a common rather than an individual goal

In order for our dream to become reality
We have to forget that it is a dream and start to think of it as a necessity
Before thinking about the steps needed to be taken
One by one until life on Earth slightly resembles the one in heaven.
Gorba Jun 12
Notre être, à l’incipit, apparaît minuscule
Puis se développe notre histoire jusqu’à son crépuscule
Une existence imaginée comme un cycle par quelques têtus
Constituée d’un début, d’une suite d’intrigues, et d’une fin, avant de nous voir repus

La partie la plus longue est communément appelée la vie
Selon le contexte certaines dérangent et d’autres donnent envie
Certaines sont accompagnées de louanges et d’autres de mépris
D’échecs qui démangent, et de réussites anodines qu’on oublie

Est-il raisonnable de se comparer et de se sentir misérable ?
Alors qu’en creusant un peu on trouverait facilement quelque chose de louable
Quelque chose que l’on a accompli pour aider une personne
Peu importe la teneur de l’effort, l’essentiel est que l’on donne
De sa personne, de son temps, de son pécule
Apportant ainsi un instant de joie, un sourire, en somme rien de ridicule
A quelqu’un dans le besoin, en détresse, ou se sentant inutile
Tel une montre suisse à laquelle il manquerait une pile
En oubliant que nous faisons tous partie d’un seul et même écosystème
Que la mort du phytoplancton* entraînerait l’extinction de la race humaine
Dans une époque où il semblerait que la réussite se mesure à la hauteur de ce qui est ou peut être consommé,
J’estime que nous sommes tous importants et avons tous une valeur
Inestimable, tout en étant palpable et faisant preuve de splendeur
Et qui ne se restreint pas seulement à quelques possessions futiles et prochainement démodées
Pauvreté et richesse se retrouvent souvent en cohabitation
Quelques âmes en peine et perdues rêvent de jouir un jour de la possibilité de posséder un avion
Alors qu’il est possible de voler et de voyager rien qu’avec de l’imagination
Que courir, c’est voler entre deux foulées, voler par intermittence
Que penser c’est voyager et contempler des pensées, sans avoir besoin de prendre des vacances
Il est possible de créer et d’exister via la culture d’une passion
Permettant la naissance d’un bien commun
Un bien immatériel ou non, portant un amour inconsidéré en son sein
Non par hasard mais par dessein.

« Au milieu des choses », on se retrouve parachuté
Dans un monde, une société qu’il est pénible de changer
Mais l’histoire française nous a montré
Qu’en nous y mettant tous ensemble rien ne pourra nous résister.
Gorba Jun 5
Quelques vers écrits à la pointe d’une plume
Et forgés par une expérience, sans l’encombrement d’une enclume
Elle survole des pensées et les ancrent à bon port
Parfois laisse une traîne formée de pixels morts
Sur un écran majoritairement considéré comme abrutissant
Dont le pullulement semble profiter essentiellement aux puissants.

Elle permet le partage de certaines émotions
De souffler un instant sur la flamme d’une éphémère ou éternelle passion
Pour créer un texte final considéré comme une œuvre d’art
Prétendument difficile à pratiquer sans un talent rare
Apprécié d’un grand nombre mais lu par très peu
Faire de ce texte une ode ne serait qu’un vœu pieux

Elle donne du relief à un paysage autrement affreusement plat
Est synonyme de beauté sans costume d’apparat
Elle permet de voyager mentalement sans épuisement psychique
Constituant une échappatoire abordable tout en étant très chic

Écrire un poème s’apparente à partir à l’aventure
Un balluchon sur l’épaule et une longue distance à parcourir
Titubant tout le long, se jetant en pâture
A une introspection qui parfois nous transforme en martyr

Je continuerai à m’adonner à cette activité autant que faire se peut
En fixant un objectif incertain et flou
Masqué par une couverture brumeuse formée d’un peu
De doute, et enfermé derrière une porte lointaine portant un verrou
Gorba May 28
The wine I am tasting has just been tasted,
The perfume I am smelling has just been smelled,
The song I am hearing has just been heard,
The girl I am seeing has just been seen,
The skin I am touching has just been touched,
The many things I am thinking have just been thought,
These lines I am writing have just been written,
Are we then just living in the immediate past?

If time is relative, can now be extended?
Should we rather think of now as time-limited actions?
I will be drinking this wine until the last drop has sunk
I will be smelling this perfume until my receptors are saturated
I will be hearing this song until the battery lets me down
I will be seeing this girl until she disappears in the wild and out of my mind
I will be touching this skin until I am crippled by cramps
I will be thinking until my brain is starving
I will be writing these lines until an elusive timepoint
If these events take several minutes, several hours, or several days,
Is tomorrow then also now?

Can now be stopped?
Suspended, unanimated, just like a broken clock.
At the speed of light time does cease to exist.
Can I then slow now down when I run a sprint?
Now equals present, just like a gift
While present can lead to taking the final lift.
Can now happen when we are not?
Free of life, lying down, some with the precious key to the holy padlock.
Can now (truly) be synchronized when we live on different time-zones?
Different countries, different continents, different rhythms in similar ringtones.

How long is now?
As long as the finite time
Between the moment we’ve left the past
And the moment before we step into the future.
This sticking junction that can never be past.
Gorba May 25
Just like Paris, it’d be the first place I’d go to
If I were to suddenly fall in love
It has a cupid’s bow, two banks, but no bridges to go through
Because there is no water, neither between them nor above.

It can be found on the South side of the green land
And gets its color from internal rivers running underground
Its surface is softer than the palm of a baby’s hand
With borders that expand each time its owner makes a sound.

Water regularly passes through, right before promptly disappearing
Leaving only behind a few dripping drops, or only a transient sensation of hydration.
There are no monuments ever emerging
But the repetition of apparent ridges begs for contemplation

A succession of narrow valleys and high hills
Shaping a unique pattern worn by a queen
Creating an irrepressible desire to get closer and closer
Until the city cannot be seen
But appears to have been projected on a mirror
Having now a Siamese sister
A sister that I hope would never leave
As this connection would wake in me a fever
The kind that people would want to experience forever.
We've all been there :)
Gorba May 14
I will be there at the same time I
I will be there at the same time I
I will be there at the same time I
I will be there at the same time I
I will be there at the same time I
I will be there at the same time I
I will be there at the same time I

Thanks again and I look at it when the
Thanks again and I look at it when the
Thanks again and I look at it and let
Thanks again and have the time I got to
Thanks again and have the time I got to
Thanks again and have the time I got to
Thanks again and I look at it and let

We I look like I'm not the one to
Thanks so I look like I'm the time and
Thanks so very very time and let them have
Thanks so I got the one to do that
Thanks so very time and let them be a
Thanks so I got the time off I got
What if the only intelligence AI had was in its name?
Not the one I'm most proud of, but since a lot of people are afraid that AI will take their jobs (some will surely disappear as they always had with technology) and maybe take over the world (less likely), I wanted to make the point that AI is actually dumb. Of course, it can make sentences but it won't know whether they make sense or not. What it actually does, is to figure out patterns out of millions, billions, even trillions of entries and then emulate them. Not that smart, huh? But still quite powerful!
Gorba May 11
Just like Greenland, it has no grass on its surface,
It is ever so slightly submerged under a paper-thick layer of water
An opaque and quiet white sea surrounds the place,
The most sublime island, sharing this title with an identical twin sister

The center of the island reminds me of a black monochromatic vinyl
But has never been spinning,
Looking at her, I hear the song “you’re the first, the last, my everything”
Spiraling in my head, while the environment is otherwise tranquil.

There, everything becomes dark for a fraction of a second
It happens several times but is seldom noticed
A lid comes and goes, and does forever proceed
Leaving inevitably behind it a clean and moist ground

Unfortunately, no one can truly live there
I wish the reflection of my image would settle on this magical land
Carried by the light of a wonderful day
For a second or longer, I don’t dare to fantasize
Because I know that I will eventually realize
That this picture I see, actually floats above this continent
While somewhere in the background its inverted copy
Sends a message to a distant master observatory
That I hope will make someone happy,
Happy to be finally seeing me.
Can you guess what I am describing?
A tip? We all have them!
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