The season has been good. Will start again soon. Sighs of satisfaction while waiting for the fish to return, for the tension to come down, for the desire to resume, and the memories to fade in the affable seasons
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Present (2)
La saison a été bonne. On recommencera bientôt. Soupirs de satisfaction en attendant que le poisson revienne, que la tension s’éteigne, que le désir reprenne, que les souvenirs déteignent dans les saisons amènes.
I knew
I knew what would fall from your lips during this holiday season, I saw the torrent coming, I was a little afraid of the weather, outside, but even more inside. I hoped for courage, I had only a hand.
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That’s how she would create each day, collecting moments that would not repeat themselves, only knowing how to live them, drinking with laughter, in the green forest and the white milk, the lukewarm air and the singing
Smile
In Tenby’s port, December 2018, canon, ©Sylvie Gé
Smile clockwise, like it is Tuesday, like it is greyer than the feelings camouflaged in your winter plumage.