se laisser glisser
dans les abysses des songes
sur un gros rocher
haiku
Archives par mot-clé : blue
sans parole/wordless : prendre l’air/ a bit of fresh air
day off
The breeze hardly made
my arms cold
on that day
but in the middle of the slope
to catch my breath
took a snapshot of
small yellow flowers
(they hurt the mouths of sheep)
that clung to the sandy cliff
above the water nothing to declare
Nothing to declare
at the borders of the world
little luggage
I travel light
some fresh air
will do me right
noisy sea
the sea is noisy
but from another time
here it is enlarging the space of my thoughts turned upside down,
here it is, soothing, organising them
according to their individual importance
they will ground in the dying waves with only a few words left, but ordered in rattling syllables.