This is how one should live, in the reassurance of stones, their eternity arranged, according to their forms, each one having found its place (that is at least what I thought).
How one should live
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traces
It was important for me to see a trace, to see your trace, in the mud of the descending tide, and I wished it would stay there, after the rising tide, eternally, honestly, naively.
feelings
Either submitting one’s feelings to the elements, or locking them up for an indefinite period of time, and risking losing the key or wanting to let them decompose in the dark.
chemistry of the stone
By allowing time and rain to delve in the desire of beings, the stone will get its appearance back, its grain, its gray.
chemistry of the earth
We would fall on our knees, in an embarrassing collide, at the foot of a stone wall, having gathered on that day, in temporary circumstances, colours derived from the chemistry of the earth.