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
*according to wordpress, the number of posts published
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finally the sun
the very first day of spring
is in the puddle
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at the end of the beach
the rock has reclaimed its rights
and appeased my thoughts
Where were we ?*
Where were we?
It was memories hour
and nostalgic laughs
we were telling again and
again true stories
and some others that we were made up
*first put online in Augst 2021, edited in 20222
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swimming in silence
do not disturb the water
then reaching the light