photo: Ile d’Orleans in the snow and the cold
The air is cold like a desert.
but the light, bright, reveals the truth
On the steps of the cathedral.
the Quakers demonstrate for peace:
life is short
especially towards the end.
Like a long winter day
a coldness of the heart
that does not know how to leave
photo: Ile d’Orleans dans la neige et le froid
L’air est froid comme un désert.
mais la lumière, vive, expose la vérité
Sur les marches de la cathédrale.
les Quakers manifestent pour la paix :
la vie est courte
surtout vers la fin.
Comme une longue journée d’hiver
une froidure du coeur
qui ne sait pas partir
photo: Cuba, so much beauty, and so much sadness at this moment.
And it would make us laugh
when we would remember
how we thought we had
said everything, felt everything,
while our opera was only just beginning.
We were touching, with such fragilely,
with the tip of our desires,
the alpha and the omega
of the stories we would live
and would lead us one day, to laugh
at our naivete.
photo: Cuba, tant de beauté, et tant de tristesse en ce moment.
Et cela nous ferait rire
quand on se souviendrait
comme on pensait
avoir tout dit, tout senti
alors que notre opéra
commençait à peine. On touchait
fragilement, du bout de nos désirs
l’alpha et l’omega
des histoires à vivre
photo : Havana, always busy
The day was dissolving
into the evening news:
dreams stripped
of their misty
cover, one would have to take refuge
under the stairs.
This was expected
but not all the noise
on the city’s cobblestones.
