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.

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.

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?

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.

Commencer noir et désespoir pour finir sur une note lumineuse et pleine d’espoir
Rêve déchu, hors de portée dès la maternité ?
Cicatrice profonde et indélébile ou souvenir d’un tropisme transitoire ?
Rêve et réalité
But d’une vie ?
Pourquoi ne pas y être arrivé, devrait-on être surpris ?
Différence entre rêve et réalité
Qu’est-ce donc que la réalité ?
Est-elle universelle ?
Quel référentiel utiliser pour en décrire les éléments essentiels ?  
Qu’est-ce que la réussite ?
Relative ?
Comment réussir dans un monde désormais gouverné par l’argent et les bits ?
Au final, ce qui compte, n’est-ce-pas sa propre pensée, ce qui souvent émane de notre mémoire sélective.
Au-delà du rêve ?
Passé et présent
Jamais aucune trêve,
Ne saurait figer un moment exaltant
Présent et avenir
Faut-il toujours s’encombrer de souvenirs ?
Espoir triomphant de la désillusion
Crise du grec « krisis »
Signifie décision  
Prise au moment propice
Peut mener au bonheur
Crise n’est donc pas intrinsèquement rancœur
Pour les japonais et les chinois,
Crise est une équation associant danger et opportunité
La mort d’une idée, essoufflée, noyée
Et la naissance d’une nouvelle, qui bourgeonne et qui croît
Décisive peut être un jour
Une unique opportunité peut mener à pléthore de possibilités
Notre cerveau parfois nous joue des tours
Qu’il est souvent sensé d’esquiver
Et si le rêve déchu donnait naissance à une réalité devenue superflue
Car la vérité est ailleurs, quelque part entre introspection et vertu.

Isn’t it unnerving
To think that people are smart/wise enough
To choose the right person,
Able to rise to the task of being the president of a state,
And find the answers to the most urgent questions in society,
But at the same time,
That these same people are not capable
Of answering to any of these same questions themselves?
How can we reasonably decide who best fits a blank profile?

I live in Sweden
But I was born and raised in France
From parents who came from Haiti
Which is a former colony of France
Where slaves were brought from Benin
(To feed the greed of French monarchs)
I speak French, English, Swedish, and can understand creole
I feel in French, think in English, listen in creole and live in Swedish
I love Florence, I am forever bound to Paris and have international friends
Being a French citizen means that I am European
Am I then also Dutch, Danish or German?
Does it really matter?
Am I not just another man?