Tata Beach. What remains when you realise that you have reached the end of a long relationship, whether friendly or otherwise, because everything has been said.
We will say to each other
here is what I have done
here is what I have said
here is who I am (now)
here is where I will be
then a long silence
it will contain our story, long and with no regret.
Tata Beach. Ce qu’il reste quand on se rend compte que l’on est arrivé au bout d’une longue relation, amicale ou autre, parce que l’on s’est tout dit.
Nous nous dirons
voici ce que j’ai fait
voici ce que j’ai dit
voici qui je suis (maintenant)
Voici où je serai
puis un long silence
qui contiendra notre histoire
longue et sans regret.
photo: Nelson. I have just noticed the graceful curves of this tree that seems to bow to passers by and lives just a few dozen metres from our apartment (where we have lived for ten years).
resting your gaze
on the beauty of the world
ending up seeing it
photo: Nelson. Je viens tout juste de remarquer les courbes gracieuses de cet arbre qui semble faire la révérence aux passants et vit à quelques dizaines de mètres de notre appartement où nous vivons depuis dix ans).
poser son regard
sur la beauté du monde
finir par la voir
The cabbage trees stand in line like little soldiers, they are so unique, as if each one was developing a singular personality, Tata beach
…like that day when a familiar face appeared on someone else’s face. Ghost? Hallucination? Premonition? The stories align, integrate into the chaotic flow of time passing in gusts of wind, in sandstorms, or slowly like a young seagull that has not yet learned to cross the street.
