Quotes from Roger Gilbert-Lecomte

O sun, heart of the heavens whose blood of light Infuses the vigor which transmutes to azure The black ice strangler of great space obscure I hate you, mask of gold, mist and fire, circular Blind monster blinding all the prey around You who veil the impure dazzling phantasm To the loving vertigo of my avid gazes The visions of the colorless abyss of the void Reversed hollow truth-mask of the other world.

Life is a fragile hybrid throbbing, at each instant, between being and nothingness.

Being Dead means very light housekeeping

Un palais aux murs De vent Un palais dont les tours Sont de flamme au grand jour Un palais d'opale Au cœur du zénith L'oiseau fait d'air pâle Y vole vite Laisse une traînée blanche Dans l'espace noir Son vol dessine un signe Qui signifie absence