we were humming together and you thought it beautiful and the letters of the words they brushed against the skin but the strange feelings that make the heart heavy drawn in broad lines in the sand would disappear with the evening tide then holding hands we walked back slowly there was only the truth at the end of the path
*first published in December 2021, edited in December 2022
I searched in vain for the name of this tree, which I believe to be from New Zealand, but I am not sure. Anyway, when I saw a few of them in the undergrowth near the Marahau River, I could easily imagine how they could become characters of mysterious and magical legends in extraordinary stories as it would be easy to confuse them with the silhouette of a human being.
each moment, each wound, inscribed in each line, each curve, then the colors that speak of the mood of the day, of the passing of time.