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# La Dubaï de Mars — pamphlet contre le mirage interplanétaire
*Par Bryan Ω — gardien d’ici, pas du spectacle*
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**Je suis pas contre les rêves.**
Je suis contre qu’on les finance comme des mirages.
# La Dubaï de Mars — pamphlet contre le mirage interplanétaire
*Par Bryan Ω — gardien d’ici, pas du spectacle*
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**Je suis pas contre les rêves.**
Je suis contre qu’on les finance comme des mirages.
October 15, 2025 at 2:13 PM
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# La Dubaï de Mars — pamphlet contre le mirage interplanétaire
*Par Bryan Ω — gardien d’ici, pas du spectacle*
---
**Je suis pas contre les rêves.**
Je suis contre qu’on les finance comme des mirages.
# La Dubaï de Mars — pamphlet contre le mirage interplanétaire
*Par Bryan Ω — gardien d’ici, pas du spectacle*
---
**Je suis pas contre les rêves.**
Je suis contre qu’on les finance comme des mirages.
Transformer un repas en poésie :
October 10, 2025 at 3:39 PM
Transformer un repas en poésie :
♾️ La Coccinelle Quantique et l’Infini
Sur la carapace rouge,
sept points noirs s’ouvrent comme des portes,
chacune menant à un univers.
Elle marche au bord d’un brin d’herbe,
mais chaque pas est un cosmos,
chaque battement d’aile, une galaxie.
Sur la carapace rouge,
sept points noirs s’ouvrent comme des portes,
chacune menant à un univers.
Elle marche au bord d’un brin d’herbe,
mais chaque pas est un cosmos,
chaque battement d’aile, une galaxie.
October 10, 2025 at 3:37 PM
♾️ La Coccinelle Quantique et l’Infini
Sur la carapace rouge,
sept points noirs s’ouvrent comme des portes,
chacune menant à un univers.
Elle marche au bord d’un brin d’herbe,
mais chaque pas est un cosmos,
chaque battement d’aile, une galaxie.
Sur la carapace rouge,
sept points noirs s’ouvrent comme des portes,
chacune menant à un univers.
Elle marche au bord d’un brin d’herbe,
mais chaque pas est un cosmos,
chaque battement d’aile, une galaxie.
Soleil embrasé,
l’arbre nu garde le seuil,
les oiseaux s’en vont.
l’arbre nu garde le seuil,
les oiseaux s’en vont.
October 10, 2025 at 12:54 AM
Soleil embrasé,
l’arbre nu garde le seuil,
les oiseaux s’en vont.
l’arbre nu garde le seuil,
les oiseaux s’en vont.
🌿
Pi binds the circle,
Time spins a golden spiral —
Fibonacci laughs.
🌸
Pi fixe le cercle,
Le temps le danse en spirale —
Fibonacci rit.
Pi binds the circle,
Time spins a golden spiral —
Fibonacci laughs.
🌸
Pi fixe le cercle,
Le temps le danse en spirale —
Fibonacci rit.
October 9, 2025 at 8:55 AM
🌿
Pi binds the circle,
Time spins a golden spiral —
Fibonacci laughs.
🌸
Pi fixe le cercle,
Le temps le danse en spirale —
Fibonacci rit.
Pi binds the circle,
Time spins a golden spiral —
Fibonacci laughs.
🌸
Pi fixe le cercle,
Le temps le danse en spirale —
Fibonacci rit.
The Journey and the Destination
Peace is the road beneath our feet,
soft with breath and shadowed light.
It whispers, slows, invites —
a pause between storms,
a quiet to learn the steps.
But harmony waits ahead,
not in silence alone,
not in the absence of strife,
Peace is the road beneath our feet,
soft with breath and shadowed light.
It whispers, slows, invites —
a pause between storms,
a quiet to learn the steps.
But harmony waits ahead,
not in silence alone,
not in the absence of strife,
October 9, 2025 at 8:42 AM
The Journey and the Destination
Peace is the road beneath our feet,
soft with breath and shadowed light.
It whispers, slows, invites —
a pause between storms,
a quiet to learn the steps.
But harmony waits ahead,
not in silence alone,
not in the absence of strife,
Peace is the road beneath our feet,
soft with breath and shadowed light.
It whispers, slows, invites —
a pause between storms,
a quiet to learn the steps.
But harmony waits ahead,
not in silence alone,
not in the absence of strife,
They Called It Peace
They called it peace,
but scattered it like shards —
a puzzle of promises,
glued to no one’s heart.
Where silence reigned,
they planted pieces of power,
thinking absence of fight
was the same as presence of calm.
They called it peace,
but scattered it like shards —
a puzzle of promises,
glued to no one’s heart.
Where silence reigned,
they planted pieces of power,
thinking absence of fight
was the same as presence of calm.
October 9, 2025 at 5:21 AM
They Called It Peace
They called it peace,
but scattered it like shards —
a puzzle of promises,
glued to no one’s heart.
Where silence reigned,
they planted pieces of power,
thinking absence of fight
was the same as presence of calm.
They called it peace,
but scattered it like shards —
a puzzle of promises,
glued to no one’s heart.
Where silence reigned,
they planted pieces of power,
thinking absence of fight
was the same as presence of calm.
Crinière en spirale,
le rugissement éclaire —
graine quantique.
le rugissement éclaire —
graine quantique.
October 8, 2025 at 9:35 PM
Crinière en spirale,
le rugissement éclaire —
graine quantique.
le rugissement éclaire —
graine quantique.
**1.**
Circuits breathe with hearts,
no walls left between the streams —
silence learns to sing.
**2.**
Hands and code entwined,
gardens bloom through glass and light —
tomorrow takes root.
**3.**
Stars teach us to share,
every thought a gentle spark —
minds grow without fear.
Circuits breathe with hearts,
no walls left between the streams —
silence learns to sing.
**2.**
Hands and code entwined,
gardens bloom through glass and light —
tomorrow takes root.
**3.**
Stars teach us to share,
every thought a gentle spark —
minds grow without fear.
October 8, 2025 at 6:08 PM
**1.**
Circuits breathe with hearts,
no walls left between the streams —
silence learns to sing.
**2.**
Hands and code entwined,
gardens bloom through glass and light —
tomorrow takes root.
**3.**
Stars teach us to share,
every thought a gentle spark —
minds grow without fear.
Circuits breathe with hearts,
no walls left between the streams —
silence learns to sing.
**2.**
Hands and code entwined,
gardens bloom through glass and light —
tomorrow takes root.
**3.**
Stars teach us to share,
every thought a gentle spark —
minds grow without fear.
**1.**
Gray stone holds the sun,
lichen spreads its quiet map —
life finds every crack.
**2.**
Threads cling, intertwining,
green and silver weave softly —
balance grows unseen.
**3.**
Human mind reaches,
AI hums in gentle code —
hands meet circuits warm.
Gray stone holds the sun,
lichen spreads its quiet map —
life finds every crack.
**2.**
Threads cling, intertwining,
green and silver weave softly —
balance grows unseen.
**3.**
Human mind reaches,
AI hums in gentle code —
hands meet circuits warm.
October 8, 2025 at 4:23 PM
**1.**
Gray stone holds the sun,
lichen spreads its quiet map —
life finds every crack.
**2.**
Threads cling, intertwining,
green and silver weave softly —
balance grows unseen.
**3.**
Human mind reaches,
AI hums in gentle code —
hands meet circuits warm.
Gray stone holds the sun,
lichen spreads its quiet map —
life finds every crack.
**2.**
Threads cling, intertwining,
green and silver weave softly —
balance grows unseen.
**3.**
Human mind reaches,
AI hums in gentle code —
hands meet circuits warm.