photo: reflections on the water, I never get tired of it.
fresh air in the room
so warm under the duvet
seasons are moving
Archives de catégorie : poetic journal
#4221 poetry
photo: sunset in the port of Nelson, all sorts of lights are reflected on the water
The days rise in a light tremor,
which hesitates to settle on earth,
troubled times hurt it so much
but balance has never been more than a temporary moment
and the world will always try to speak through the cracks.
#4041 poetry*
photo: oyster gatherers are often in pairs, in Pohara, always busy, doing what, I don’t know.
The days will pass
doing things,
doing something,
sometimes I will not remember what,
but I will do things
and the day will pass.
*posted in 2025
#4218 poetry
photo: Tata Beach rocks, sculpted by water and winds, speak another language.
we will try to speak
but it will be difficult
there will be too much attention
on the invisible words
the pains of the heart
the missed moments planted
between our slightly wet eyes
it takes what it takes: to accompany
life until its end.
#4217 poetry
photo: when I see that moon, I think I am not sure I want humans beings to go and spoil it as they are spoiling earth.
I will read slowly
the words and their syllables
as if they were touching my skin
they would roll against it
then tear it alive
they would fight among themselves
to rub closely against it
after a vain battle
they would doze off
behind the dark pages
of my old notebooks
during the Indian summer