This is how it started
During one of my tranquil summers.
Tonight I feel half asleep
In some sort of sweet reverie,
Still very uncommon though, because my brain seems to be
Completely submerged in a kind of half-sickening melancholy.
I can't tell if it's the moonlight or the dawn,
but in my mind everything is blurred
and an irresistible laziness pushes me up slowly
towards my studio.
I think I'll be going to sleep very early.
Then suddenly at the door's entrance,
I see my everyday objects,
and all of a sudden I see a little postcard,
one of my adolescent obsessions.
Why not find something in there demonic;
if I could manage to transform it,
so that this dying moonlight
could become one of my violent images
my paranoid brain could ever provoke.
Where I live, the bells
are always a bad omen.
I decide to set
the postcard, enlarged, at the far end of a chapel,
it will be some sort of unusual exorcisme.
Watch the magic here:
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