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Avant tout L' inspiration.
Emotions and images get lost in the meanders of my mind.
Quick, sit at your keyboard, the messages are impatient.
Lay down the ideas as one hangs a handkerchief on a clothesline.
Sentences crash onto the white of a page for a birth.
But before all that, weeks spent watching the world change.
But before all that, days and nights with opposing dreams.
Above all, writing lines of thought that will become tomorrow’s poems.
Above all, forcing the release of words trapped in a spider’s web.
A spark, a trigger will be the prelude to creation, its genesis.
Diving into the pantry — rest for ideas, for chimera, for every resonance.
Will you be a universe or an introspection, a flash or a revolution.
Despite this cerebral storm, visions collide: a mobilization.
Returning to origins, seeing oneself again as a child, sometimes a tree or an ocean.
Becoming a thinker or a moralist, finally not knowing, just searching oneself.
Feeling a kind of urgency to offer a message or a perception.
But before obtaining those epigrams that form a hymn,
Always — and above all — inspiration.
Joël Charvillat
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