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Zurich based copywriter, subtitler and translator (en/fr/it/sp - ge), working mainly in the fields of arts, culture, marketing and advertising.
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balancing feathers in a series of gusts

L'élégance est toujours un soupçon de rien, ou une minuscule portion de quelque chose de lourd.

silvery golden morning light moonstone-like the lake

the equilibrium of words

Along my way

Roland Barthes (left), reader of Han Kang (right):

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"My ears are seashells They remember the ocean's echoes" Jean Cocteau (shells, Kiitsu Suzuki/ morning at Shirahama, Shinsui Ito)

late night rooms with a view

the transcendence of beauty and other reasons for saving it

dreams insisting on coming true

Dans ces villages de la vallée fertile du Nil près d'Alberkosseriouf, il existe plus de cinquante expressions pour dire qu'on perd son temps, toutes à connotations positives, comme « peigner le chameau soyeux » ou « rassurer les étoiles tremblantes ».

Vale David Lynch, creator of worlds. I've always liked this exchange ("Where do ideas come from?") he had with Paul Holdengraber. #storyworlds #davidlynch youtu.be/Fxr-7O1Bfxg?...

snow crystals on the window like wings of delicate creatures

Dirk Schulte Poesie am Fenster 2024

when the mind touches what is absent

Hiroshi Hamaya, 1953 Oiso Beach, Japan

ephemeral structures inspired by nature’s filigrane sophistication

“writing gives a body to what is impalpable” (Georges Poulet, Studies in Human Time)

Goodnight, skyliners.

The house became full of love. Aureliano expressed it in poetry that had no beginning or end. He would write it on the harsh pieces of parchment that Melquiades gave him, on the bathroom walls, on the skin of his arms, and in all of it Remedios would appear transfigured: Marquez

how different languages change the temperature of words

reading what is going to be written

On Saturday nights, we kept our doors open while we got ready. Jessica Knoll, Bright Young Women

a silvery grey fragile bird flying high up to the sky

a window to the ocean a whiff of salt in the air

november breeze à fleur de peau

There are perhaps no days of our childhood that we lived as fully as the days we think we left behind without living at all: the days we spent with a favourite book. -Marcel Proust on reading, preface to his translation of John Ruskin’s ‘Sesame and Lilies’ #readingproust

cosmos flowers floating in midair bending towards one another

words escaping flying by the lake the river the sea

traveling the world like a butterfly

A quiet garden. The apple tree has a history. A plane leaves a long trail in the sky.

Untitled, Cheong Soo Pieng, Xiamen, China, 1963.

Sometimes you remember your life in photographs that were never taken. - Jackie Kay

words hidden in pitch and voice

early autumn like aquaplaning on the lake’s quiet surface

some thoughts floating gliding through water into the aether

unsinkable words on the crest of a wave

... Paris Vancouver Hyères Maintenon New York and the West Indies The window opens like an orange The beautiful fruit of light Guillaume Apollinaire, "The Windows" Or wherever you are...

"Because I’m an acoustic translator, I find that words need to sound right in combination. Sound does more than convey meaning—it often IS meaning." press.princeton.edu/ideas/shelle...

the narrativity of fragments

moments of reflection position fixing

Dirk Schulte Stillleben mit Gauklerzelt 2023

emotional landscapes water topography

Form follows function - that has been misunderstood. Form and function should be one, joined in a spiritual union. - Frank Lloyd Wright

sometimes in literature, there is this one sentence. and you feel understood.

all those white lines are full of words