Jean-Louis Bouzou – Text Bubbles

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…

No one can know whether the world is fantastic or real, nor whether there is any difference between dreaming and living. Jorge Luis Borges   One morning, I had received a visit from the Morgans. During the evening we had spent with Liam, I had given them my address so that they could come and collect the painting of Mullaghmore’s coast that they had so admired when we met. Eleanor was radiant at the thought of returning to Los Angeles, Jim much less so; he had truly grown attached to the lands of his ancestors, and to Liam too, I think; the days they had spent together, roaming the country, fishing, and haunting pubs, had forged a bond between the two men, and I understood how he felt at that moment. Since I had shown them around the place, or rather the tenant’s place, they had seen in my room the canvas of Assaroe Abbey’s mill and had bought that too. I was over the moon. style="text-align: justify;">On the pavement outside the house, after exchanging our cont...

At a time when numbers inhabit and caress my days, when smiles and gratitude expand my very being, when a web of pleasurable thrills settles beneath my skin, I wonder if you will have the courage to murder your pride and your fears, to tear through your shadow and let your vibrant colors emerge...   Excerpt from the collection: "Silently"...

Gratitude is the wellspring of Providence…