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Who would have thought?

Essaouira, boat, black and white, shadows, Morocco, December 2019, canon, Sylvie GE

Who would have thought ?

That we would be content

to only see shadows pass

or even just the sun?

Who would’ve believed that?

That he would miss her flaws 

or would take pleasure in the little things

boiling water, a sip of tea

in little moments that meant nothing just a few days ago.

Then the world turned  upside down

Sometimes…

Essaouira, Morocco, December 2019, canon, Sylvie GE
Sometimes it would be three o'clock

and we would stop somewhere

mainly a windowless cafe

and the old carpet that smells like a dog

dust would fill the air

and even tea would be bad

then we would hit the road again

pedaling in the wind

a taste of blood in the mouth

mosquitoes on the teeth

memories would finally be tired

and we could go to bed