we will redefine
feelings' space
reading the palms of your hand,
yesterday's misfortunes
tomorrow's stories
listening to the still water
and asking for nothing asking for nothing
Archives par mot-clé : Abel Tasman
words
Words that scratch the paper get inked in time, render experience more dense, deepen the feelings, don't they, in other words, they are worth something, even when they are worth nothing. les mots
Les mots qui grattent le papier s’encrent* dans le temps, densifient l’expérience, approfondissent les sentiments, autrement dit, ils valent quelque chose, même lorsqu’ils ne valent rien.
*orthographe volontaire
selfportrait*
I don't make resolutions at the beginning of the year, I don't even feel the need to celebrate the new year, or the end of the "old" one. It's a bit the same with my birthday, time passes, one day at a time.
*inspired by Edouard Leve, Autoportrait sans parole/wordless : en attendant Godot/waiting for Godot
