's Statement
Christophe Tostain in Crises sea takes us on a chord distance that develops between a mother and her son, by dint of disillusionment, to tiny life force that arises here by weakness and pride will fall for anything ... ...
not fall ....
Francis Xavier Malingre - 2009
Preview
A slight breeze carries the words through the open window,
Fly over the white city,
caress the backs of dunes
shoot every grain of sand to the water ,
Kiss wrinkled sea of wavelets nascent
dying soon.
time mobilizing. This could be
Sunday with its endless hours.
Christophe Tostain Crises Sea - 2009
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