The absent you in me

Mirrors of Encounters

Absence, absence, this horrid absence
in all shapes and tastes.

Big, sour or small, luxurious,
stern, lascivious, poor or tall

Empty eyes,
ceaseless landscapes without face
unmet posts
pile of photos after photos
words and afternoons deserted
written or unwritten joys or woes

All the same…

Absence is the relentless destination.

The ubiquitous sickness

The eater of it all


Everywhere I go

I meet the absent you in me.


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About julienmatei
I feel an inner urge to express what I see, to communicate and share with others all these impressions. Often the things I see are there, not yet manifest, but waiting... to be observed, talked about, and embraced. These new insights need another approach, a more vivid curiosity... Due to fear and prejudice we prefer to see only "the official" truth - but THE OFFICIAL TRUTH IS DEAD - being dead, it has nothing to give... We can continue pretending Death is fascinating or... we can take the trouble to LIVE... THE NEW has no definition yet... Again, IT requires another "perception", the courage to apprehend everything differently, from a totally new angle, with new confidence and inquisitive touch. This blog is not about interesting concepts, it is about participation... finding new solutions, inspiration, togetherness.

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