How much time; wasted on so little, on nothing…  life flows rapidly… elsewhere.

How many words; left unsaid to the ones we love, because of the inability to communicate… there shall no longer exist an opportunity to do so.

How many smiles; uncarved on faces to maintain serious… all while being devoured by sadness.

How many hugs; missed, or rejected… while letting tenderness drift away.

How many looks; imageless… direct us towards the emptiness of obscurity.

How much lack; in generosity… How much,  in loneliness… and zero heritage for the one that comes after.

All, whom we look at! 
Eye to eye! 
And we are ready 
to shoot each other in the heart 
without a thinking! 
A whole lot of “I don’t care!” – 
tomorrow!

The new president as been condemned,
Yet I voted for him, since he assured me that there will be a new  government,
Much better organized!
A cut on the Arts and Culture, A cut on Farming,
One on Education, and a cut on free speech!
The Right wing; a little bit more to the right, and the Left as well!

Racists – Obscurantists! 
Eager Consumers!
Neo-populists proud of yesterday’s hypocrisy 
Obscene capitalists! 
Poison salesmen!
Television masterminds and multinationals.

Gasoline bombs that; 
explode on the colors. 
The opacity dresses the souls, 
Consume the cells pulpit, 
Stifle the heartbeats and the back-and forth. 
The dollar level floating “in the sky” 
And it’s already night time.

My depression 
I owe it to this world, 
To abandoned mothers, 
To never fully-grown sons, 
To raped virgins, 
And to the unemployed! 
My depression 
I owe it to the history, 
Of corrupted men, 
Of wars, of  « SS », 
“Of ecstasy”, of dead people, 
Of clones et of HIV!

Battito  di  respiri  nella  penombra  è  una metafora sulla  vita. La  vita di  tutti coloro che da sempre vivono  nella  penombra, dimenticati da tutti … nella loro diversità. Il “ luogo dell’irreale “ è  quel posto  in cui vivono i “ respiri  smarriti “.  Quelle vite,  appunto,  che sembrano  quasi essere al di là  della  realtà, come se mancassero loro gli elementi  fondamentali dell’esistenza

Battements de souffles dans la pénombre  est une métaphore sur la vie. La vie de tous ceux qui ont toujours vécu dans la pénombre, oubliés de tous ... avec leur diversité. Le " lieu de l’irréel " est l’endroit où vivent les " souffles égarées ". Des vies qui semblent presque être au-delà de la réalité, comme s’il leur manquait les éléments fondamentaux de l’existence.

Tele... comando - Il capo del governo di un paese immaginario improvvisamente, appare in televisione per comunicare al suo popolo, che è stato approvato il " nuovo piano regolatore esistenziale ", che stabilirà il nuovo sistema organizzativo del paese. Intanto, un fantastico direttore d'orchestra, dirige dei musicisti molto particolari, che si lanciano bombe di sabbia al tramonto... La guerra dell'uomo contro sé stesso.

Télé... commandement -  Le chef du gouvernement apparaît soudainement à la télévision, pour communiquer à son peuple, qu'a été approuvé le " nouveau plan d'aménagement existentiel ", qui établira le nouveau système d'organisation du pays. Entretemps, un fantastique chef d'orchestre, dirige des musiciens très particuliers qui se lancent des bombe de sable au coucher du soleil... La guerre de l'homme contre lui-même.