David Vall's quotes (sethmessenger.fr - Some short news to get away from it all).

#38633
People who feel the urge to read when they are in the middle of a crowd or on public transport do not know that they are adopting a paragon of autistic attitude. ... Reading is a retreat into the inner world of imagination and mental representation; by reading a book in public, we cut ourselves off from the reality that surrounds us because it assaults us with its noises, its smells, its images, its spasmodic movements; to read in public is to refuse contact with others. Of course, reading a book allows you to pass the time while distracting or cultivating yourself. But at the heart of the people's shifting mass, reading a book is often tantamount to protecting one's individual bubble, closing borders, erecting barriers and keeping unwanted quidams at bay. And yet who will dare to say that reading is pathological behavior?

David Vall
(Flesh and marble)

#38634
Everything that is done at night is outside the rules and conventions of the day. Everything that is said at night is nestled in a kind of protective bubble which each user tacitly consents to silence the existence. The night provides a succulent anonymity.

David Vall
(Flesh and marble)

#38635
There is something fascinating about how a colony of birds moves in the sky or a school of fish in the ocean, says Cillian. There is such harmony, such synchronicity when they move with the winds and currents that it seems that all, they are one. I once read that the most fascinating thing about all this is that there is no need for the individual to have an overview at all to know how to react, escape such a predator or catch such a carrier current. It is enough for the individual to be aware only of the movements of his close neighbours to coordinate his own. Thus the perfect chord is born in the movement and these sudden changes of direction, these instant ruptures of course, as if they were all directed by the same spirit. Can you imagine what Man would be able to do if he tried to pay attention to his neighbors and behave in harmony with them? Can you imagine the great things that humanity would be capable of? Instead, every individual, every nation, seeks its own interest without caring about those around them. That's why they all bump and bump, knock themselves out in mid-flight, lose feathers and all end up falling into free fall, and crashing to the ground.

David Vall
(Flesh and marble)

#38636
Love is a flight from the intimate essence of one being to another. It can be a beautiful thing when this flight is reciprocal and the losses of one being compensate with what it receives from the other. It is then a sublime mixture, a fantastic alchemy. But before that is this, it is a terrifying abandonment, the confession of the most complete and devastating of addictions. Love is an admission of weakness, the silent proclamation or, on the contrary, full voice of the incompleteness of one's own existence and of the compelling need to find a complement to it.

David Vall
(Flesh and marble)

#38637
Offering a book means sharing a piece of the universe, offering the keys to a secret garden where you know you have been moved and others can be moved.

David Vall
(Flesh and marble)

#38638
In the middle of the vast room plunged into voluptuous darkness was a black-woolly grand piano, whose desk and keyboard were illuminated by a small brass piano lamp. On the bench, a frail creature made even more frail by the intimidating volumes of the Yamaha. Yet she did not seem intimidated, rather in perfect osmosis with her instrument, as if her slender body was one with the powerful mass of the piano: a musical body fully adapted to her design which was none other than the birth of an airy and melancholic harmony, capable of bewitching.

David Vall
(Flesh and marble)

#38639
All the bodies resonated here, surrendering whole to the same habituation, spurred on by the same enjoyment. The sound vibrations and heady lights carried the flesh in their dizzying echo and plunged the mind into a state of hypnotic, jubilant trance. All blended into the same sensitive and frenetic mass, full of skin, in the same mosaic body struggling with the ancestral impulses anchored deep in the flesh. Pulses and impulses combined and clashed within the rite and rhythm.

David Vall
(Flesh and marble)

#38640
The boy nodded silently and the girl at the piano began to play, while weightless, like a susurrement in the hollow of the ear, infinitely light, but also marked by intense and underlying pain. The calm and perfectly timed singing of the right hand was accentuated by the use of the third finger, the most powerful on the piano. Cillian let himself be lulled by this wordless poetry that left him coi himself. The first slow and dark episode of the piece gave way to an even slower new element dotted with cut-out and arpeggiated chords that brought as hope. But little by little, the agitation gained the fingers of the performer as the volume of sound grew on haunting figures of triplets and double octaves that gradually accelerated as they climbed on the keyboard, until it released like a poppy bursting, a last passionate passage. With excitement and despair, the final theme now stood out with a bass with increasingly romantic and tormented contours. Cillian held his breath until the finale, which resonated in his chest like a long complaint. He did not dare to catch his breath until the girl's hands left the keyboard to nest in her lap. "It's such sad music," said the boy....."

David Vall
(Flesh and marble)

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