then we would evaporate, of course, in the whitish mists sinking
above the shore...
nuages (2)
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cloud (1)
I'll wrap my wounds in the wadding of the sky, tell me, when will you come back? the horizon of vertigo, the balance of time, I will anchor myself in the sand of the beach. conditional*
I could do this
I should say that
I would like to go here
or live like that
*posted in December 2020, edited in December 2021
uncertainty
I would question the uncertain morning, its color, its flavor, what is the best height to drop? I would let myself go, perhaps, in the blur of the evening.
click to order
When there was a moment of sunshine, I put the day in quotes, but the terror tired me and the uncertainty made me want to sleep. Then click and order