
maybe another time
I will tell you
what blurred my eyes
but did not tell you
what made my story cracked
gave me that austere walk
that made my eyes hurt
and broke my voice
maybe another time
The earth was dry, but looking at the horizon I could see the curves of the earth, its desire to give to those who knew how to wait, how to find and take.
I’ve just realised that bodies fit together like mountains (and then we think we have created everything !).
La terre était sèche, mais en regardant l’horizon je voyais bien les courbes de la terre, son désir de donner à qui savait attendre, à qui savait trouver et prendre.
Et je me rends compte que les corps s’imbriquent comme les montagnes (et l’on continue de croire que l’on a tout inventé).