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©Marion Blank,Paris-Berlin, 2015

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©Marion Blank, Berlin-Paris, 2015

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Note pour soi

Tard. Silence et noir. Rêve de vent, de tempête, d'océan, de bleu profond, d'oubli, de revenants. Lune imaginée à travers de lourds rideaux où les songes s'emprisonnent. Passage des secondes. Peur soudaine. Décidément il y a de la nostalgie slave qui coule dans les veines de cette main qui écrit... Trouble des pensées qui fuient le sommeil. Elles ne vont pas dans la bonne direction.

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Robert Frank Man On a Motorcycle, Paris 1948

Note to self

Heat burns like a cold criminal Nights are tiring as days We live like animals Happy to be alive still Excited not knowing why Temperature rises Iced dreams God (whoever is caring) knows the direction I know I keep walking on

Note for self

for now what comes are thoughts not words, not sentences neatly constructed but puzzling, repetitive thoughts of the obsessive kind (perhaps the most mysterious of them all) . .. these incomprehensible thoughts only the sound of waves breaking their tongue on white sand could disturb this invisible cloth of images that evaporate slowly leaving only vague traces in the mind something will ring a voice will speak and they will fly off like a gang of frightened birds these thoughts i cannot define

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Marion Blank, Paris (Notes on Walls), 2015

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Note for self

the very early morning coffee and newspapers no cigarette walks long walks all senses open to what the world offers the tragedy the beauty most of the time an unbalanced mix * i speak to a gone lover in a way i once thought impossible time heals time heals i am no longer sorry for us i think we had what we had perhaps it is someone else's turn now? * music words 21 june 2015 life goes on

Note for self

even though it is not real i can feel the heat quiet, lazy heat i can see the sky careless and free this is how i dream to be careless and free with you even though it is not real it is absolutely true and inevitable i have been sure of that since i was 8 a turbulent child with quiet manners those who read this will be indifferent or they will pray for me (and i will thank them, and so you should)

Note for self

the magic of a sunrise over the bay one ray of light that rinses all sadness away

my heart pulls out from its comfortable cage. this heart has no age. it is a mad thing.

words roll down the bed. they crave for a coffee like i do, and a soft tune too

i whisper a song to the sun and to you while the world carries on while the sun flames up the bay

Note for self

one shot will be enough to break flesh and bone to realise we’re gone one shot will be enough

so they tought so they’d always hoped to vanish on our own one shot will be enough

when the sirens rang and the alarms sang and in a bed they were found police said that just one shot´d been enough

in the sudden silence that fell though – i swear we could still hear them laugh

Note for self

i don’t know them - the writers, painters, photographers, all here (in this box).

artists, what are they made of? dreams, vast as life.

Note pour soi

tu n’es pas un arbre droit tu n’es pas comme ça si on te demande pourquoi tais-toi

London Grammar, Shyer

Note for self

you know how it is, insomnia. you look at the ceiling, it is dark. your brain is not a silent thing, it is dark. do you honestly think this is all your fault?

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