Atchafalaya waiting for you to come as you are and leave different...

Palaces of the dead crumbling under the forces of Mother Nature until their names have fallen off their mausoleums, white paint turned...

Coming to the South I wonder, where did all the stories go? Like a giant library the marsh mud holds legends of old times, the trees...

Rare is the moment: sit and stare. White crescent moon smiles, sunny blue sky, the whole world melts away... it's just moon and me...

Sun streaks peak through the blanket of clouds, painting the sky with rainbows: there is no color like the smell of damp earth. We dance...

I wish the moon would swallow me whole so I can bathe in the illuminescence of her white belly, so I can float weightlessly amongst lotus...

When the hazy purple dusk turns black, the shape of dunes on the horizon melts away into the Milky Way which stares at us with ancient...

She shakes as her elephant skin is pierced with drills. In her majesty she swats away the mighty man as if he is no more than a housefly...

Our mother, she cries, with unceasing tears. She sobs for hours, for days, for weeks. We hear the thundering beat of her broken heart as...

We sing until we choke on the ashes of bleeding forests, we run until our lungs are filled with soot and our hearts sink into the depths...

Le soleil d’été, les beaux jours dont on rêve dans les peintures. Les Romantiques, les Impressionnistes n’ont jamais vu les Français périr un jour d’été...