taking care of one’s soul
in the middle of the night
and walking slowly
at night
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white silence
a few lines at the bottom of the page
left to themselves (mostly)
in white silence.
A few crooked pages
demanding attention
but the sentence of the judges
(go lie down on the grass)
writing for whom
The paraphernalia translates
through the mirror of others, of
smiles to the cameras that do not watch you.
Shouting in the aisles that will lead to gray stones: forgotten posterity (you have to take care of your calligraphy)
retracing my steps
retracing my steps
to find where I come from
but can't find anything
neither the starting point
nor the finish Course outline
I may not be able to find the number of syllables consistent with the end of a world.
And you, what about you ?
Do you feel a little lighter,
after opening the window,
swallowing some fresh air
I will work on my goals tomorrow.
At the end of this course students will be able to...