A lion is roaming freely in our neighborhood.
It’s a news cause nobody has ever seen a lion here.
The outrage of the media, the conversations between unknown dwellers,
it’s an emergency.
At night you can hear him roar, you can feel your heart getting connected with the wilderness of his heart.
Nobody goes outside these days after the quiet sunset,
it feels like wild horses sprinting through the forests,
it feels like we are seeing the reflections of wilds.
Everyday someone new sees the lion, no repetition,
like a decease or like a wisdom.
I haven’t still seen him…I have heard stories…I have heard the numbness when you see the eyes for the first time.
The people have felt a change in them after coming so close to a primitive soul.
I don’t know…maybe they are all fake or they are all a believer or I guess they are all trying to experience the changes…
The night is almost upon me…I have kept my doors open…I don’t believe in seeing the lion…but the roars are still there,
like he is moaning,
like he is warning,
like he is killing,
he is killing.

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Photograph: Laurent Baheux.