THE ARRIVAL OF THE FIRST MACHINES

2025
Oil on linen
28.7 x 23.6 in

THE ARRIVAL OF THE FIRST MACHINES

In the sky, the machines. Wheels that shred,
in a foul odor, birds, insects.
A belt rubbing, a sneaky whirring,
a perfidious messenger or a greedy prophet?

Dans le vide sidéral, les passants sidérés
voient juste sous leurs yeux un abysse se creuser.

“Look at the machines!”

Yes, look at them carefully,
these fascinating machines,
Celestial thrones, divine breeze,
messiah or cursed nothing.

Human, if your prayers
are indifferent to these beautiful spheres,
beware that once on earth,
without agreement or forgiveness,
they do not erase your name
and raze your universe.

In the crumbling sky,
the machines accelerate,
continue to advance,
until they brush against the sea.

Fabuleux zeppelins ! Ils seront là demain.

Sofigael M. 2025