Omar Gemeaux

Double shot of coffee, always double Black, always dark ☕️☕️☕️☕️ The deepest darkness doesn't have to belong to an animal Neither the most obvious lucidity has to belong to humankind How many cups I need to drink to back to my sweet insomnia? ......

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every new word I´ll learn, I will use to confuse yourself while you sleep. each word I´ll guess I´ll erase from my mind and nobody can find it. every new word I´ll forget I will use to create a thousand places where I've never been. every word you say I'll pretend like is the first time I hear .........

the smell of wet wood stopped me thought of all kinds of contradiction. Although this boat had never needed water to sail .... I just needed my thoughts to move it from side to side ..... How much pain had felt the tree to be cut into pieces to build that boat anchored always close to me ..... the smell of wet wood never let me sleep peacefully, but I always pretended dreaming but I was awake with my eyes closed ....... 🌪🚣🏼‍♀️ 💆🏻

Wrap me of addictions that I will be faithful to the unstable Cover me of contradictions that I will transform everything in silence Keep me dry and I Will count all the leaves that fell in the fall ......... 🌬 🍃

There is nothing simple in black and white. There is nothing clear In the Black and White. There is nothing tender in black and white There is no silence in black and white. There is nothing essential in black and white. There is No order in black and white. There is nothing functional in black and white. There is no simplicity in black and white But there is a lot of answers In a Black and White Wall .....

wild stone , Strong stone double stone ephemeral stone smooth stone gray stone broken stone transparent stone inert stone Frozen stone strange stone heavy stone stone stone stone

which comes first? the noise or the silence never heard before? I just remember the sound of the train passed near to me, And the bridge listen in silence our conversation the map that I looked for inside the bag, had been changed for some extrange reason, I had lost the sense about which direction the air takes was the air always my element? I can not remember even that ........ but as a fox I am, always I climb up the hill and see the midnight train pass

The moon which was now clear of clouds lay in a bare space as if the light had consumed the heavines of the clouds and left a perfectly clear pavement, a dancing ground for revelry. For some time the dappled iridescence of the sky remained unbroken. Then there was a puff of wind; and a little cloud crossed the moon.

Real foxes dont Walk ..We fly..

Black and White abstinence

Finally the sun and moon found each other, they did not know what to say..... they were In silent for a long time, then realized they did not speak the same language ..... But they dont not care ..... The moon cant Saw nothing around becouse the sun was shining too Much ....... The next day the people of wonderland Woke up Whit a gray color Everywhere ....... The sun and the moon had disappeared together Nobody never see They again.

A race with myself No one wake up yet Don't breath Don't talk Don't think Just run whit myself Before the night appears and transform you in a fox again....

All the best tales are in a white wall

Lucid dreaming .... There is a montain In wonderland where the sky and the sea meet. Here it is full of dreamers Lucid where we float aimlessly in a sea. A place where the only thing absurd is the unreal reality and the reason.....