samedi 14 octobre 2017

The Art of Selfies


Wet eyes


I am always moved when a boy's eyes become a bit wet... It is a suspended time... A feeling, a memory, a thought...

Silence is the answer...

Such gazes should last forever...

Soul is the spring of tears...

First meeting


I was late...
I saw you from the street, through the window of the Café where we should meet...
You were waiting for me...
You saw me in the street...
I stopped...
I looked at you.
You looked at me.
Your eyes said so much.. You were curious, a bit insecure, but you knew it was me...
I looked at you and I smiled...  I knew it was you...

Broken Mirror / Miroir brisé


"Eclat de désir, éclat de beauté, éclat sans voix,
Le silence d'un regard se reflète dans un miroir brisé...
Qui es-tu bel adolescent au regard décalé,
Pourquoi ton regard me transperce-t-il le coeur ?"

Eraste de Saint-Amant, Poèmes garçonniers, 2007.

A Tribute to David Hockney


Boy with Green Eyes


The Art of Michel Gourlier