Alon Segev

Yana Rotner | LUMIÈRE
24/7 - 5/9/2025

Mirror of the soul—to behold things without overt expression
of thought or judgment. How to present, not describe,
so that one who sees me sees you—and falls silent?
A gentle motion of borrowed time
carries the voice of my solitude.
And here—eyes, lips, nape, the shy distance—
a gaze that seeks to prove nothing.
Is there beauty greater than this?
Is there any order left in this chaotic world?
The waiting—
for the light,
or the voice,
or for that gaze that would reach our depths
and rescue love from within.
Oh reality,
the day will come
when this sweeping vision of beauty
will leave you no choice
but to improve.

Text: Veronica Nicole Tetelbaum
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