remnants of the storm
in the euphoria of the sun
the antarctic wind
slows down my spring
in shivers
the day is ending
and maybe will start again
#2087 poesie
des restes de tempête
dans l’euphorie du soleil
un vent d’antarctique
ralentit mon printemps
dans les grelottements
le jour se finit
et recommencera peut-être
#2086 poetry
because when you live on this island
you follow the direction of the wind
looking for the first stories
and what you want to leave behind:
fragile traces
the velvet escaping from the words
nothing that makes noise
#2086 poesie
quand on vit sur cette île
on suit les tendances du vent
on cherche les histoires premières
ce qu’on veut laisser derrière soi :
des traces fragiles
le velours qui s’échappe des mots
rien qui ne fasse du bruit
#2085 poetry
we tied the moorings
in the same direction as the sky
we hung up our stories
at the end of fragile strings
which still broke although
we held them well
in the hollow of the fist
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