Jean-Louis Bouzou – Text Bubbles

At night, you often find your way into my dreams… I remember one time when, like curious, wide-eyed, and laughing children walking across the rooftops, we had fun spying on the world below. Is it because, besides being my mother, you were such a close friend? I couldn't say… But the fact remains that when I wake up, I feel neither abandonment nor melancholy… I simply smile to express my joy and gratitude, realizing that death is no match for love…

I do not lower myself—that would be hypocritical—just as I do not raise myself, which would be quite pretentious. I simply express my inner states: wonder, gratitude, joy, sadness, dreams, desires… Through the royal blue channel, consciousness speaks to the self… 

Sometimes, in the night I wake up and you are my first thought: "Might we not be the torn halves of a single country?" And, of course, all alone I cannot answer this inquiry— this gaping hole each time a little wider that I try to fill with words and images.

Put on your armor if you so wish as for me, I shed my bark to breathe in the truth of words and the brilliance of colors. 

It’s not silence, and it’s not solitude… It’s everything we never managed to say… It’s every moment of happiness spent without you… And most of all, it’s that closeness, that deep sense of comfort and completeness I felt only when you were near—something I can neither explain nor find with anyone else…   I’ve overcome everything but this…

Last night, I dreamed of a world where the heart had won a total victory over the ego... The world's leaders were no longer narcissistic, arrogant, and bellicose monsters seeking the interests of their own caste, but humble, upright, and benevolent beings, dedicated to making their people as happy as possible. To achieve this, they bombarded one another with bombs and cluster missiles filled with gifts, seeds, and water, in order to sow happiness and color across the globe... And then, the alarm clock rang...

I long dreamed you would be my spring, chasing away—through the colors of your desire—the vast, intense monochrome winter in which I wandered… But it was I, becoming my own enchanted season, filled with the sap of “I am,” “thank you,” and “I love,” who made new leaves of multicolored joy sprout upon the bare branches of my days, melting the snow of the past…