photo: Cuba, so much beauty, and so much sadness at this moment.
And it would make us laugh
when we would remember
how we thought we had
said everything, felt everything,
while our opera was only just beginning.
We were touching, with such fragilely,
with the tip of our desires,
the alpha and the omega
of the stories we would live
and would lead us one day, to laugh
at our naivete.
photo : Havana, always busy
The day was dissolving
into the evening news:
dreams stripped
of their misty
cover, one would have to take refuge
under the stairs.
This was expected
but not all the noise
on the city’s cobblestones.
photo: Ah ! magnolias, always keen to bloom, as soon a ray of sun is out. Nelson, on my morning walk.
The sun like a cold promise
touches the edge of the roof
a shy guest, a reluctant blessing.
Brief warmth, but the coffee is lukewarm
in the dark kitchen.
My shadow will stretch across the sand
when I get out of the icy water
I will breathe in the cold air
then go warm up.in the corner of the big armchair.
photo : there is nothing like a beautiful closed door to draw my photographic attention, so symbolic, in my eye anyway, of what is hiding in our shadows, this one in Ollantayambo, next to the Sacred Valley, Peru
we laughed to keep it simple
for we knew everything that
needed to be done and said
but when we opened the door
to the forgotten and neglected shadow for too many years
we would find the key
to the night and with wide open eyes
filled with questions about « what if » « what if »
*posted in 2025, edited in 2026
photo: the tuis’ pantry at this time of year. Below, a translation from an excerpt of a poem I published in Moebius, issue 39, winter 89, entitled Between My Lines of Forgetfulness
Confound my stride
and I will correct this word
where I go stealthily
between my lines of forgetfulness
Hold an arrogant promise
made to a horizon line
but do not hold onto me
acknowledge my superb she-wolf fear
lurking in a northern solitude. Here
my courage fades, the earth opens
you lead me on while continuing to smile
Strangely at the pavements.
