“The man slips along the stoically congealed houses Perpendicular like them A moving ornament Burning fiction His fragility contradicts the duration of his torments” — Hélène Baronne d’Oettingen Copy Share Image
“An unknown force is calling me Perhaps the voice of that star perched on the last height Perhaps the desire to see the spaces… — Hélène Baronne d’Oettingen Copy Share Image
“The man slips along the stoically congealed houses Perpendicular like them A moving ornament Burning fiction His fragility contradicts the duration of his torments” — Hélène Baronne d’Oettingen Copy Share Image
“A bouquet yellow like remorse Hurts my view The cage The wheel The vile ennui of all mankind And no one no one to… — Hélène Baronne d’Oettingen Copy Share Image
“The gods are made of marble Deep inside a museum A quadruped monster beckons me to approach ("Outcries")” — Hélène Baronne d’Oettingen Copy Share Image
