Bus STOP

Get off your line, remember where you come from

don't miss the connections

they are so numerous and beautiful

you already missed so many connections

and come back where ... all belong

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Religion : religio

Re : together

ligio : bind, link

Pages together, like a book

Religious man : man who work binding traces, pages together, collecting information

A kind of scholar

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Then ....

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Religion : binding of men linking them in a special way to their spirituality

Like you take the rose, or the blue, or the green train ... to Connect to Whatever His Name.

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As if under your skin you were different... pffff

g g g g g g g g g g g g

g g g g g g g g

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Question :

Hum... are you nothing more than a walking colour

not even walking by himself,

but a simple blue train or yellow train passenger

and a train going to ... where ?

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Yes I often feel like left on a grey and cold subway station

somewhere so underground the sun, moon and sky and so far away I'm just happy to know that watching at night my YILDUN

I'll always find my North

And sometimes

I simply wonder how to cut the current of the metro lines

make people come down from their underworld trains

come up some steps, upwards, like you climb a mountain

and see for themselves how things could be

making their own ... link to the sky

something so personnal

so intimate

it could only be transparent like Air.

sigh

Just dreaming

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Simply dreaming

A kind of prayer.

Descends de ta ligne, rappelle-toi d'où tu viens

Ne manque pas la correspondance

Elles sont si nombreuses, si belles,

Tu en as déjà manqué, tant, tant de connexions

Et reviens, remonte là où tous... nous appartenons

Religion vient du mot relier ...

comme un livre

des pages

Etrange comme avec le temps ce mot a pris la consistance de ce qui relie les hommes avec leur propre spiritualité, un vecteur de "transport" vers l'ailleurs

Comme si l'on prenait la ligne rose ou bleue pour atteindre quelque que soit Son Nom.

Comme si sous sa peau on était différents

Question :

N'êtes-vous rien de plus qu'une couleur se mouvant

ne marchant même pas d'elle-même

mais simple passager d'un train bleu, ou d'un train jaune

se rendant ... où finalement ?