#PoetryTakeMeAway
Nothing ceases, nothing exists; the dead are not dead
The living think they are alive
An act continues where it cannot be followed
Nothing is inside, nothing is outside.
Nothing weighs, everything weighs, and our heavy march
Is light in sleep.
Our eyes are blind and our ears deaf
In a world similar to a dream.
Other forms are there, accumulated by the past
To those of tomorrow.
And what our time nullifies with a lie
Remains in its miserly hand.
Everything forms a single block that time charges us
Little by little, piece by piece.
The stick breaks in the water
And stillness boasts of moving swiftly.
Oh sometimes in the dream or with some cunning
That deceives the strange machine
Invisibility emerges from its hiding place
Like Venus from an excavation.
Jean Cocteau