At the right time
Written as mere explanations
whispers as existing things
nothing is more necessary
than love’s awareness
a step closer to existence
Scant tastes of history
do not even speak the ideal
the greatest possible instrument
of transformative struggles
All the noble thoughts spilled
in creative outlets converted
to washed messy palettes where
attempts at perfecting them are
now fixed to almost any light-minded people
the order of possibilities a giant
body of magical expressiveness
to reach the heights of the unquestionable
It’s midnight. The hour strikes like an invitation. A woman is walking alone in the deserted streets lying before the Opera. Feeling curious, she goes in…
Excerpt from the news of the Opera National De Paris
Joanna Vang 2021