New kind of florilla poetry from anonymous poet !

 Two solitary paths crossing each others is the start of a new grid.

"Spaceship" 

from Léo Belime.

(in an art shop on a boat, in Tilburg)

The end is when we've reached the never ending,

it is always here and never happens.

"The survivor"

(this is what is left of the first outdoor florilla poem "The broken lucifer")

After the winter is gone and the snow was given its moment to melt, many colours have left, together with many prejudices.

  "Écrire sans stylo"

(dans le restaurant de Saint-Sylvestre, en Ardèche)

Les mots sont souvent de trop.

"The box of life"

(at bus station in front of the market in Tilburg, Holland)

Question marks...

Is death the only way of getting out of the box?!

"Together" - from Flora Lacornerie

(in front of the NWorst in Tilburg, Holland)

Are we really going somewhere? Or are we just getting closer to each others? 

'Cause this seems like an endless path...

 "Cuisine à l'ancienne" 
- par Thibaud Thévenet
(à côté du cinema Pathé de Tilburg, aux Pays-Bas)

Le secret est qu'il n'y a pas de secret. Tout n'est que coeur qui s'exprime.