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#4015 poetry*

16 août 2024 Sylvie Ge Laisser un commentaire

photo : traverser les Andes depuis Santiago jusqu’à Mendoza, les guides nous disaient que c’était un peu fou de ne pas prendre l’avion, mais c’est un de mes plus beaux souvenirs d’Amérique du Sud. En arrivant en Argentine, les couleurs magnifiques dans les montagnes..

I will recognize you/

from one second to the next/

from a trembling eyelid/

an almost tear/

rolling to a salty lip/

We will synchronize our wishes/

You will spread your ailments/

but you won’t know/

that the foreign language

will put words together but

in a different way

*reposted from August 2023 (edited in August 2024 + different photo)

poesie visuelle

4015 poesie*

16 août 2024 Sylvie Ge Laisser un commentaire

d’une seconde à l’autre

d’une paupière tremblante

d’une presque larme

roulant au sel des lèvres

nous synchroniserons nos voeux

vous étalerez vos maux

mais vous ne saurez pas

que la langue étrangère

assemblera les mots

d’une autre manière

visual poetry

where was I

16 octobre 2019 Sylvie Ge 5 commentaires

Andes, on our way to Mendosa, October 2018 (I wish I had « painted » this photo), canon, Sylvie GE

I do not know where I was
if I was sleeping
if I was dreaming
or imagining
that you were speaking
in the imperfect tense
in a distracted way about what was important

but I remember that I was existing
without delay
it was perfect

poesie visuelle

ou j’etais

16 octobre 2019 Sylvie Ge 4 commentaires

Les Andes, en route vers Mendosa (j’aurais aime « peindre » cette photo), octobre 2018, canon, Sylvie GE

Je ne sais plus où j’étais

si je dormais

si je rêvais

ou j’imaginais

que tu parlais

d’un air distrait

à l’imparfait

de ce qui comptait

mais j’existais

sans délai

c’était parfait

article, Carnets de voyage, poesie visuelle

Crossing the Andes

17 octobre 2018 Sylvie Ge 3 commentaires

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Crossing the Andean Cordillera by bus will remain etched in my memory as a great moment. On the Chilean side, the majestic icy peaks make us feel the power of nature. On the Argentine side, all the shades of green and yellow intertwine.

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The crossing between Santiago and Mendoza was to last seven hours, but extended from eight thirty in the morning to seven in the evening. The mileage is not very high, but we must deal with the delays due to the blockage of the road and the Argentine customs (in a huge hangar). After a long wait, while the customs officers pass the luggage through the scanner, four suitcases are exposed (while all the other passengers look from behind), customs officers examine the « guilty » suitcases in front of everybody (not recommended). Waiting a few hours before the road is finally free seems to bother only us. The other passengers, imperturbable, wait patiently. A few hours is nothing in this part of the world. The road is sometimes closed for days and the cars just line up waiting for everything to calm down. The wait was well worth it. I will never forget.