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 maybe another time
Archives de catégorie : visual poetry
nothing to declare
Nothing to declare
at the borders of the world
little luggage
I travel light
some fresh air
will do me right
la terre etait seche
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).
pressing the shutter release to take a picture and getting something else
I pressed the shutter release to capture the personality of the cacti: their funny shape always gives me the impression that they are little more than plants. But when I edited the photo, it was the tree towering behind them like a ghost that caught my eye. from the rock itself
we would write history
from the rock
itself to save space
too many seeds planted
in the fat of the heart
we would see it coming, the future
with blurred eyes:
No smoking
no crying