To recite in the past, to recite in the present or to recite in the future is not the question, but why do we recite? The act of reciting is a communication that carries its own meaning. The why and the for whom are the projected effects of its desire. The story suggests attention, like the child who stretches out his arms to be enveloped by his mother's body. The attention shown by listening, looking, speaking, smelling, the hand on the shoulder, together or individually, all these actions are necessary so that the story carries its energy. Otherwise in a loop, it turns in the head, it is the infernal spiral that sooner or later leads to an impasse. An important vector of the story, the body translates the impasse into evils. It is the refuge of the story, since spat into the void for too long, it takes the body and its masses hostage as a nest. Fats, nerves, tendons, intestines, hearts, lungs, tight throats and everything that breaks one after the other. These are the symptoms of incomprehension, betrayal perceived late. Oddly enough, it is a calm after the storms, a sun behind the clouds, others will say that it is the god among gods because finally they feel something. But as long as I am alive, I ardently hope that at the end of my time, which flows without stopping, it has been an addition of each precious moment lived and told by reciting. Because the value of the story is inestimable, a guaranteed investment in the short, medium and long term. The one that those hungry for eternity are looking for today. The story will have its own life and will not be forgotten because it will be impregnated in those who accompany and who will survive like our loves, our children and our grandchildren.
Hey, that reminds me of the conversation with my friend last night!
thank you my friend
Thank you islands
Thank you sea