I really think that my imagination is moon-oriented. Especially the day before, and then the day of the full moon. Yesterday, feeling strange, I wrote 14 poems at an amazing pace, and continued today. So, I wrote 28 poems in about 3 hours. Of course, I don't have the distance to say that the poems are good, but I can feel it already thanks to my experience. So, many thanks to the moon for becoming full sometimes. If you're feeling the same, a bit strange because of the full moon approaching, take a pen, open your pc/mac, catch a musical instrument or a brush. This can be a good opportunity if you're experiencing dryness when facing creation: the moon can break resistances. Then, you'll feel free, you will feel like a god, a full mooned god, a moon fulled dog, a moon dog.
The last night, I had a dream. There was a massif of blackberries. I wanted to eat them, but noticed that they were not ripe enough, still red, still hard. I warned the two women I was with (Flo and her mother), saying: "you'd better have to wait 3 more months". Then I added with a smile: "Personnally, I'm not sure that I will still like blackberries in 3 months", and I started to laugh, alone, about my joke. A strange dream, a strange joke, as if time was becoming short, as if there was no time to wait, it's today or never.
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