MERYEM LAHLOU

Pale travelers in the black sky. Map of a past.
Celestial harmony. Spiral of lights, materials,
spaces, time. Vast, without substance.

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Dreamer rich in knowledge, science, doubts and strange intuitions, you venture into the secret resonances of the universe. In its volcanoes, its craters, its waters, its ebb and flow. You travel between the perforated planets and you imagine an inconstant world. You admire.

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Clear red dot in a dark ocean. Strange star traveling
backwards. Mars. You thought it was inhabited, barely a hundred years ago. You thought canyons dug by intelligent beings. Time gives you its secrets, the secrets of its rusty rock, its hidden waters, its swept reliefs. Mars. 

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Abandon what you know and probe the endless night. You, atom of flesh in an unanswered mesh, burning with doubts and questions. Run.