Auriane Alix

[…] it was at the same time very static, very pure, and very connected to the essence of things, maybe because we were doing almost nothing, maybe because we were in a bubble, there was only us, in this house, in nature, in the village, in the quiet, everything else…

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An intensity always ends up fading away
suddenly,
as a cloud covers the sun as the coolness of the end of the day comes and announces
the end of a cycle.

I used to try to keep this joy
thinking that by repeating the gesture I could
solicit it again on demand
provoke…

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Bare-chested on the terrace
hidden from view,
at the garden table on top of Marseille,
around ten o’clock in June on Tuesday,
I write in my orange notebook.
I have thoughts, uncombed hair, a single sock on my foot a little cut by the rocks
Yesterday I threw myself into the sea
barefoot.
I don’t know where…

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I write because I can’t,
not write,
anymore. I try again and again to catch
something,

this thing,

but the truth
is that I like to sit down with myself and let the tip of the pen run
on the pile of paper.

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Auriane Alix

Auriane Alix

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