Hello dad, i know now you are sleeping.
But now, you know i miss you, when you are in the garage, when you are next to me like the wind, like a ghost.
I want to become a ghost, me too. Just for you, because dad, i will not here for ever, soon i will be not here.
Please my dad, give me a kiss on my cheek, give me just one second to say to you what i want to be, what i want to do, please dad, look at me, just to know that you see me..
I love you.
A beautiful day or maybe a night, near a lake, i was asleep, When suddenly, seeming to burst the sky and coming from nowhere, appears a black eagle. ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo BUT NOW, YOU ARE HERE.
When i think of you, i become stupid. I don’t know why :)
When i walk, I always have the impression to be late.
You know, I say to myself that I maybe badly looked at the hour or when time goes by too fast.
I hate this impression, for just one reason; that proves well that a whore of clock dictates our life.
Look you, yesterday you was a child! Did you look you today? With your piercings and your colored hair, what will you look like tomorrow?
Must find the source, to cut the current which leads to the main clock, the clock of the world.
I needs to choose the weather, the season, i don’t forget that once bungled the clock risks of not work any more.
You have to choose your age, it is necessary to plan everything to bungle the world.
Nothing is again sure, but you have the choice, you can always change opinion and decide to die.
If you want to live, you have to make a plan, you have to become a heroine full of false super powers.
A legend tells that the clock is in the core of the earth and, little of people which tried to stop her the time ended in ash..
Take care in this adventure, do not forget that you make that for to live.
Listen me attentively, you are going to dig a tunnel in your garden until you find the core of world.
Once bare core you will have to enter inside him to deactivate or to destroy the clock, our temporal landmark.
The inside of core is a temperature of 19 ° always, what is perfect to survive after the external warmth of core.
A last thing; anybody not know means to enter indoors, the only thing they know is that the earth would blow up if core to be harm or destroy.
Take your armour, your weapons and go, be going to find the eternity.
I am digging and I again am digging, I do not cease heading for my ultimate purpose; I want to destroy the time.
When I would have arrived in the core, I would choose the season and I would look at the weather forecast, i nothing forget because tomorrow, there will not be any more yesterday.
I almost arrived, it is the winter, today we are on December 22nd and I decide that it will snow for eternity..
Flowers will never again come into the world, the earth will give life never again and the sun will never touch France again.
I make fun of the time which it makes in China or in America, this evening it’s me the centre of the world, I am becoming natural mother, queen of half-light.
I decide that more nobody dies since everybody always criticizes death.
Very dear people I listen to my lack of thought and I remove all who kill us.
Natural mother is a jewish mum, she protects her children, but in a extreme manner , that nicer creation is the human being, it has to preserve it for ever.
I am in front of core, I am dressed only in a simple noninflammable combination, core opens two to let me come in its main organ, I had make nothing so that it arrives and I didn’t imagine that so easy.
I see the clock, it’s squalid, as all that it represents.
There is a big fair red button with side, I only have to press over to become God, I put down my finger then on the button and I am lightly pressing,
Everything becomes black around me, I want to go out of the core but gropingly I notice that there is not an opening anymore.
I begin then crying, I am afraid of having failed, I am afraid of dying.
But finally! I see an opening, the world remained the same and all the human beings are my feet, they roar and cry by rolling about on the ground, I believe that they are happy…
This evening is not short-lived any more, nothing more is it , thanks to me the death does not exist any more, thanks to me you will never be late.
Translated for my wonderful Turkish! <3
Mon œuvre préférée de l’artiste Davy Trouilh. Son premier livre exposant toutes ses œuvres de 2010-2011 est sorti il y a peu, j’ai eu la chance d’en avoir un, un véritable plaisir pour les yeux, aucune déception, décidément Davy Trouilh reste mon artiste favori mais aussi pour moi, un exemple à suivre!