1st kind: definitely eyes closed, should I get up or not? ominous chills (something is coming up) small wounds awake old breaks resurface 2nd kind: the sun *first posted in October 2020, edited in October 2021
1ère sorte : les yeux fermés pour sûr,
on est bien sous les couvertures,
des frissons de mauvais augure
le réveil de petites blessures
le souvenir de vielles cassures
2e sorte : le soleil
*d’abord mis en ligne en octobre 2020, révisé en octobre 2021,
Worker. They are called the "tradies" in New Zealand, skilled workers who often own a white van where they put all the tools they need. Last week, one of them came to install a heat pump to put an end to the cold in the apartment, a great joy for me, but I was afraid of the interruption (well established in my habits). So he arrived early in the morning and got to work. He had to make a hole in the concrete wall first. A few minutes later, a round hole appeared in the wall. He came to see the result, inside and couldn't suppress a big smile at the sight of a job well done. It gave me joy for several days to see someone who has been doing their job for twenty-five years and who still enjoys the same pleasure in seeing a job well done. Unfortunately, I have to admit that I have rarely seen the same thing in my 20-year career at university.
Two years ago we joined a group to visit Morocco, it seemed easier to travel long distances and I felt less comfortable renting airbnbs over there. Our group proved to be disparate and our differences in taste became evident when it came to choosing music for the long drives. After some emotional discussions about what was good or bad music, one of us suggested we made a list made up of our favorite songs/singers. I hadn't followed the discussion much and when our traveling companion asked me what my favorite song/singer was, I was speechless. I had to ask him to give me a few minutes because I couldn't find a single name (well yes, the first name that came to my mind was Maria Callas, but I thought to myself that I couldn't do that to them). When he came back to me a few minutes later, I still had not found a title or a name and I had to go for (Maria Callas), which probably did not make our companions very happy. Then I thought to myself that if someone asked me what my favorite color, flower, food was, I wouldn't have known what to say either. Right now I like shades of green, but other times I like yellow and I went through a pink moment, in short, I have no singer, no color, no flower, no favorite food. It depends on the day, on my mood, on the moment. I like some colors on the walls and some for my clothes and others, depending on the season, some on someone else but not for me. I liked red a lot for a while, but less so now. I like some dishes in the summer and some in the winter, but my tastes are constantly changing. I love the smell of some flowers, but I think I love flowers of all colors. Today I very much like the flower I captured on my camera near the cathedral, but tomorrow, it will be different. So I am fascinated to see someone being able to answer without hesitation when asked what their favorite color / song / dish / animal / cake are, because as far as I'm concerned, this question seems to have the sole effect of plunging me into some sort of no man's land, from which I find it difficult to emerge.
The Light festival, Te Ramaroa, takes in Nelson this year, after being canceled in 2020, due to the pandemic. I didn't find any particular theme in it and, around the Cathedral, cowgirls rub shoulders with jellyfish, illuminated arrows going in all directions, children walking with illuminated fish on their heads. I believe the message was to get anything that could make light out of Nelson's attics. Despite the somewhat chaotic feeling it had on the first night, the occasion seemed to have brought Nelsonians out despite the cold weather. The atmosphere was festive and it gave me the opportunity to take pictures at night (not easy).