In the drawings of Nathalie H., We're lounging, taking it easy, relaxing, stretching out on paper beaches, Under a Venice sun Or elsewhere, with or without a swimming costume, Life at your fingertips, We doze in the wind In the charcoal, Sometimes we get up at night To re-enact His dark thoughts , To light them up with flaming spirits, Between two dreams, two poems, Two solos by Charlie, Miles Or Chet, depending on the mood, We ruffle our hair, we blur our lines In the woods or on the linoleum, We emerge from the fresh blues Italy or Belgian greys, Between two waters, two breezes , On the back of a tramontana , With the words of Pier Paolo Of Pier Paolo, Césare or Arthur Who happens to be passing by, To engrave the day, to draw the night, Walking through life, It's all about harmony With a few hiccups For good measure , In the drawings of Nathalie H., We bask, Taking it easy, relaxing, We stretch out on paper beaches, Under a Venice sun Or elsewhere, life on the surface of our skin.

François Liénart., février 2020