WINTER 4 Poem by Eugénie Paultre

love and movement are the same not to fear the beautiful sea sparkling white its flow its tenderness the gift is really a gift when it responds to the sensation of an imperious necessity generosity a way of being swept away it's effortless as long as it's a natural consequence a way of marrying the radiance produced by the world in its entirety and continuously there's a marvelous impression waiting for us - we live within a certain rim of perception we wish it to be vast to better get passionately lost to come and go among errors accidents faults it's a necessary form of recognition and it's good to stretch one's mind as far as possible to experience its vigor