I will travel, standing
in the silence, pink,
of the horizon that dares
soft layouts.
Empty, empty, hands
and the pockets, penniless,
and the fear of villains
in the evening behind the locks
I will travel standing
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instructions for the day
t was mainly the instructions for the day,
like « you should stay in the shade »
« you sleep too long »
or « you should eat less quickly »
or « chew longer »
in other words, the list of things to do
things that have to be done
or should be done
to live longer
it was that, mainly, that was exhausting
In the wrong queue
detail, wall, Soufriere, Saint-Lucia, canon, Sylvie Ge
Like the repetition of a circle
vicious or otherwise
the repetition of small misery
like a long queue
at the bank of torments
a too slow queue
at the sentiment market
always in the wrong queue
and small misery
(The terror of closed doors
says more than you think)
days come and go
Days follow each other in the chaotic light of the baffled seasons
in the concentric circles of the astonished canal
to have seen centuries passing without tiring
(but too much rubbish in the canal bed)
