Geoffrey Ramaud

Done a shoot for in Marseille

Film only

- Summer spurs -

- i quit -

Smoke, I loved you, but you restrained me to be without you, as a toxic love, a parasite feeling of freedom, a sens of existence, a paradox that needed to be solved.

You’ve been a meditative friend, easy to find and hard to hide from, an old nostalgic smell, and a seductive argument, as a private space time of knowledge, rest, and oblivion.

You’re now what I’ve been to you all long, a tool, that just used to exist through me, that sticked to me as a reason to forget my own need, problems and self, for yours..

A misbelief of presence, to avoid the truth of yours.
An illusion of passion that you faked, spoken through the smoke of you.. as a love language, serenaded narrative, a divine explanation of everything, laying in the air as justice, truth, and faith.

The hypnosis of a smiling that you weren’t, the staring eyes that you haven’t, the racing heart that you slowly killed for your own reasons..

You were the poison of love, a demon that had to go.

Done 👋

- inner echoes -

Infinite falling,
senseless feeling of balance;
the light of delusion’s shinning,
when meaning dropped us.

Warmless goes the sun,
hands-off goes the will,
the silence grows brutal,
and now the world’s trapping.

Dropped like a memory,
an heir from the useless,
walking’s now anomaly,
intentions, lack of respect.

Trust witnesses tomorrow,
emptiness becomes knowledge,
needs turn disloyal,
shyness sparks courage.

I’m now the infidel of a self,
traitor of anger and sorrow,
guided by the humbleness,
surrounded by what I choose to follow.

To my closest ones

- Marion -

.miscible


L’ombre est un spectateur où la luliere s’assoit

- mouvement -

Quelles sont les limites ?
Où est la bascule ?
Quand prend-on conscience d’avoir appris à faire selon le besoin de ceux que nous pensions satisfaire ?

Dépossédé de la croyance, inapte à faire, la brutalité d’un criant silence n’éduque qu’au bruit de leurs colères, qui alors nous piège, dans la vigilance et la loyauté envers un monde solitaire.

À la mémoire de ceux partis sans nous connaitre, je fais l’aveu de leurs héritage dans l’hésitation des pas, qu’alors je libère du respect de leurs intentions, et m’ouvre ainsi timidement, au vide de leurs besoins, dans la confiance que le demain sera désormais, l’exemple de tout ce qu’il leurs manquait d’agir en lâche, que dans le courage de l’humilité, et cela, pour ceux que je saurais rencontrer de ce fait, à ne plus me trahir. - en paix dans l’amour -

Sortir de ce que les autres ont fait de nous, nous donne accès aux autres.

- 🌞 -

- jump in -

A narrative story

- Naomi -

The mother .greene

- Christina aka Sisi -

- Vincent -


&

This is all about love ,



By .greene

All on film