Romain d’Alverny

@romaindalverny.com

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Composer, sound designer. Nantes, FR. Sometimes it builds. Sometimes doesn't. Métamorphose Out Now: https://romaindalverny.com/

A lone figure facing the ocean at night. Waves and foam closing in. Sky and sea merging into the same dark blue.
Close up, black & white photo, of knobs and switches of a semi modular Moog synthesizer.
Black & white photo of a notebook open on handwritten notes, with stacked books in French and English: Le Message (A. Chedid), Sur La Photographie (S. Sontag), On Art and Life (J. Ruskin), Art & Fear (Bayles & Orland), Le Cantique des Oiseaux (Farîd od-Dîn ´Attâr, translated by Leili Anvar)
Sunbeam playing through an olive tree, birds singing, piano notes in the background.
Other eyes dreaming of new stars While she rests wishing How deep the grass, how high the sneezes How safe her shadow.
Sun paths through moving clouds Elk herds on distant shores Fox tracks along river bends Night drifts of silent moths Beyond the trails Smaller paws trying her prints Reading untold stones
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Wound becomes compass Weariness, another way of seeing The world opens differently To one who walks with pain As one walks with stars
Makes slowness her strength Time her silent ally In the long descent from peaks Pain is another path A deeper stream to cross
Her worn paws read stone Her scars write the seasons Her breath measures distance Between suffering and patience Between altitude and surrender
Creature of thresholds Making journey her home Metamorphosis her rest Each passage a prayer All wandering holy
She doesn't dream of sky It lives in her fur Doesn't dream of rivers They flow in her veins Doesn't dream of oceans Breathes them in her strength
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Between ridge and shore Weaves her legend With patient steps Each new season Another way to bear
Her bearing tells stories Of mountains borne in blood Of winds borne in fur Of stars borne in eyes Of paths born in scars
Not bearing against The passage but through Making of endurance an art Of bearing, a quiet wisdom Of weight, a way of seeing
She bears the weight of seasons In her weathered paws Bears the silence of peaks Bears the rushing of rivers Bears time like a patient friend
She bears her wounds As she bears the mountain Burdens in ancient bones Each step bearing witness To paths that must be crossed
Lim_____ I.