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.
Gradiva qui hante mes rêves
Comme dans l'arbre la sève
Dans le marbre la lumière
Le parfum dans l'air
Ta chevelure est la forêt
Où mes doigts s'aventurent
Dans l'obscurité peuplée
D'étranges créatures
Tu ne parles pas tu chantes
Sur une musique ensorcelante
Et je te vois courir
Je ne puis te saisir
Echoué au jour qui se lève
A la grève des rêves
Je reste là songeur
De longues heures
Le vent de la passion
Arrache à la realité
Son masque de compromission
De lâche fatalité.
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Gradiva who haunts my dreams
As in the tree the sap
In the marble the light
The perfume in the air
Your hair is the forest
Where my fingers venture
In the populated darkness
Of strange creatures
You do not speak you sing
On a bewitched music
And I see you running
I may not seize you
Run aground at the day
At the strand of the dreams
I remain pensive there
Of long hours
The wind of the passion
Tear away from the reality
His mask of dishonest compromise
Of loose fate.
P.H.
