Pluie et vent sur le jardin
Comme un soir est le matin
Elle seule le temps n'atteint
C'est la seule fleur de mon jardin
Des autres il ne reste plus rien
Le froid de l'hiver s'en vient
Et il suffit que je la regarde
Pour que Dieu et ses anges me gardent
De ce temps qui tout dégrade .
P.H.
Rain and wind on the garden
As an evening is the morning
Only her the time don't reach
She is the only flower of my garden
Others there is nothing left
The cold of the winter comes there
And I just have to look at her
So that God and his angels guard me
Of this time which everything degrades
P.H.
has been for sale for some time, as you have seen. The maintenance and ongoing development to keep our non-profit and idealistic platform for contemporary art running and safe from hackers etc. costs money that is no longer there. Because of small investments that are necessary now and the running costs, we will have to shut down with a heavy heart at the beginning of summer on June 21.












