following out of the corner of the eye, pretending that it is just following the flow of the water
out of the corner of the eye
Archives par mot-clé : black and white
What for ?
You visit me at night, mostly,
a shadow, the past. Another
life, maybe. I wake up
panting. What for ?
But cabbage trees surely have a soul passing time
I will chisel sentences, like leaves on trees, placed one by one, like commas, between the emotion of their existence and vain attempts, I will place words on the passage of time
Sans paroles/wordless : le monde aujourd’hui/the world today
haiku
amidst the wires
getting where you wanted to go
almost on time