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Researchers in painting and poetry

we show two fragmentary

and complementary visions of life.


I look for paths

in fate and in dreams.

I buid mazes.


When grasping the world

short intense sliding stanzas help me,

clear, dharp. A lightning,


like teh haiku in 17th century Japanese literature,

wich stems from nature images

with sparks of perpleity, nostalgia, humour,

spirituality, Zen paradoxes...


And finally I let words speak:



of languages of colours,



J. Masats

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