Gravitations Parallèles - Paris-Tokyo-Paris part 1


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In order to make the reader familiar with some of the neologisms introduced by "TELARIS", a manifest play, I've been through writing a compilation of short texts; the generic name of this compilation is "GRAVITATIONS PARALLELES". "PARIS-TOKYO-PARIS" is the first of these short writings.

Paris, Montmartre, octobre 1st 2000.

PARIS-TOKYO-PARIS

( part one)

"...I don' t need to say your name, you know that it's you I'm talking to; even at this moment when someone else than you let's slide its hand on my forehead to closes them, my eyes...Ah Tokyo...no Tokyo is on the thirad line, we are not yet there, let's stay on the middle line, let's go back to when I was saying that you where the one that closed them,my eyes...

		Yes, you, since I recognized your voice, that I foreshadowed the warm air of your lips when you whispered to me to shut them and you took my hand while asking me to trust you and follow you...

It's because you asked me to trust you, but especially because I want to, that I walk beside you, now, eyes shut, hunged at your hand as a child and that I am incapable of locating exactly the place where we are...; Paris is so big and you've been to spin me around this town for so long now...

when I tell you that I can't figure out the exact place in town where we are, it's because I persist in staying on the middle line; and as you taught me , this line is the less static one of all trhee, that to your mind, represent time in its three dimensions. You call this line the present.

Therefore allow me to stay in this line where my memory can only erase itself if I'd fully want to taste the reality of your presence while you're beside me; like now, telling me to open the eyes,what I do, and here is my soul snatchded by the sparkling of the look in your eye that reflects on the swaying waters of the canal.....And whatever the name of this canal, since as tightrope walkers, here we are, us, still on this line that never stops getting loose stretch such as the events of the canal of the first line, the past.

	Yes, it never stops getting loose this tensed tightrope that is the middle line. I unfortunately tend to forget that you often told me these three lines do not exist.


		Let's hence stay in the hollow of your line, at this precise time and space where I reach through the transparency of jour marveled glance when you see these ten fish that I brought in the shelter, although at this precise moment where I am at your side, in this shelter, all the conditions are combined for me to go away from hear so as to be even nearer from you,for, I know that you have the power to reach me where the three lines joint together...

Here, in this shelter, we are too many to be on the same line, too many agreements on the same jokes, not enough accusing fingers pointed on ourselves...

I'd rather wait for you where the three lines joint together,in this "Great Pool" as you call it, an inaccurate and imprecise place where the jonction operates...All right?...So lets go. I won't need any coaxing to follow you, moreover how could'nt I follow you when right now I'm desesperetly trying to swim and reach the other side of the bank, and you're already waiting for me arms open on the downriver..


	See how I don't need to say your name: the course is carrying me away...the river is swallowing me...I'm drowning, in you.You can sing your song now, finish your work.

SONG

In the child's smile,

The face of death;

In the face of death,

Smile of one and

Thousands of births...

I love your song...I love the way this music reaches me through your body's vibrations, now. Even the commotion of the party can not to destroy the harmony of this music...no need also, to descrive this party, since it's dedicated to us and here we are, face to face, standing still, so as to seal in a better way the pact of our encounter...You know that it's you I'm talking to...

forgive me for talking so gently, it's that I don't want the others to hear what you, and you only must hear...Listen... listen... There, now I know that you know that I said it.
	Yes, I love your song. Now that I have told you about it, everyone can hear. Yes, I love this song of yours. I love the way you have to send me signs, each note, each word of your song are as many arrows directed to the same target: not toward you, but toward me, them, others, all of us, not toward you. To everything that is, to everything that passes, through you. Because you alone, remains...

I'd rather wait for you where the three lines joint together,in this "Great Pool" as you call it, an inaccurate and imprecise place where the jonction operates...All right?...So lets go. I won't need any coaxing to follow you, moreover how could'nt I follow you when right now I'm desesperetly trying to swim and reach the other side of the bank, and you're already waiting for me arms open on the downriver...
	Yes I love this song of yours, I love your three lines...I think I can,me too, try to reach the place where they are join; but this time I'll be the one, not to close them but to open them, the eyes. It's time for me to take my examen, let me drive you, I may make a mistake, muddle up by wanting to go from a line to another, but hear we are already at the treshold of your "Great Pool",the three lines have just joined together

SONG

You love me

And...

That's all.

...I thank you to have trusted me ,to have helped me to cross the abyss that separates the three lines from the "Great Pool" with such a tact...now I think I enderstand what you mean when you say that you are wandering dead-alive, but more alive than ever in this world of multiple and parallel. I'll be able, as I wish now, to go from a line to other. Thank you for helping me to "die" with such gentleness and pleasure... A buenos entendedores con pocas palabras bastan.

	The middle line is calling me,the first one requires its existence, but what may I do, now, that the "Great Pool" is showing me that the third one has already thrown its curse?...Dead-alive. Yes, but more alive than ever, for, here I am again on the middle line, whith you, here, right now, where my attention must'nt fail if I don't want to be the elements' puppets that shape my destiny...

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