photo: Tahunanui, an afternoon like any other except for a little magic at the Tahunanui beach
A ruffled cormorant was drying its wings
as for me, I was digging in the sand with my toes,
and you were chewing on a twig,
another one, over there, was looking for gold in the sand,
in other words, he was feeding on hope
then it started to rain
*put online in 2022
photo: Sand, Tata Beach, knowing that the sunny days are almost behind us.
We were staying
a little longer than usual on the dunes,
drawing waves in the sand
warmed by the sun pretending
it was summer, but we knew
full well,
there was not much time left.
photo: Sable, Tata Beach, quand on sait que les beaux jours sont presque derrière nous.
on restait un peu plus longtemps
que d’habitude sur les dunes
On traçait.
des vagues dans le sable
réchauffé
par le soleil, on faisait
semblant
que c’était l’été
mais on savait
qu’on n’en avait
plus pour longtemps.
photo: Leaves speak the language of temperature. In all their autumn glory, they are telling me « the cold is coming ».
The light bends like a truth slightly guilty because of its harshness, while the leaves fall brilliantly. Why does my shadow tug at my sleeve to confide in me, to remind me of old stories I had buried so well? Yet we make peace for a while, just to crumple a few leaves in the last rays of light.
