PORTFÓLIO MARGUERITE BORNHAUSER

Etoile Retine
Flavien Berger
Artist, songwriterand composer
Excerpt from the book Marguerite Bornhauser
- Percevoir, Ed. Lamartinière
The One, ashes in her energy drink can, eyes fixed on the
Other’s wrist. They had mingled the flight of sparrows with
the warmth of cicadas on Doppler, as their irises changed
to globes of ivory. Points undulate in an invisible incubator.
Shadows shy away from surfaces, exposing vivid memory,
which burns beneath the same star that witnessed its birth.
The Other puts her hand out the window. The metal burns
her palm, but, focusing on the feel of the wind, she is able to
rest it on the chassis of the car, gradually growing
accustomed to the conflicting sensations. Assa, with her
pearly muzzle, had abandoned herself to dreams of
holidays, confined by her prophetic palindrome. Her name
inevitably evokes her feline face. Each summer, she traverses
a scorching split, engraved in the lava of a second, one
during which the arm of Orion stretches forth,
imperceptibly. The hand on the steering wheel detaches
itself, gently landing on the nape of the Other’s neck, at the
hairline, its thumb caressing the carotid, sensing the
pumping of her heart mingling with the throb of the engine.
Virgule no longer followed the caprices of signs. She had
moved on, updated her software. Her tactile furrows were
darkened by an infinite number of magnetic hieroglyphs.
She caressed the skin of virtual parchments, a carnal Braille
of sarcophagic images. The tips of her fingers had become
the arbiters of a capacitative reality. She believed in what
she touched. The sonorous space inside the car becomes
saturated by the wind, the various spectra brimming like so
many colour slides. They had not spoken for a long time,
drinking in the intoxicating regular heartbeat thudding in
their ears. The car decelerates, a sign reads “Etoile Retine”.