photo : daily life along the tourists in Chefchaouen, Morocco
the night would fall, but not yet
for now the air was cool
and the light was sneaking in between
the story of the stones to protect
the children who were playing
Archives par mot-clé : blue
#4090 poetry
photo: between Nelson and Auckland, between heaven and earth
we imagined a place, a refuge, a moor,
where we would walk barefoot
where the wildest thoughts
would soften a little and
where we would astonish the clouds
with asilence between the two of us
#4140 little stories
photo : when the ducks think they are gods, they transform Nelson botanical gardens in an Impressionist painting.
It was the hour of silence at dusk. I ask him: « Who do you think you are? » In his eyes, deep as the secrets of the ocean, a spark of defiance: « I think I am God », in his firm, inflexible, unwavering voice « like old stones ». But I remain silent, for the gods are many and faith, well, is ephemeral. The wind whispered through the sheets stories of forgotten deities, of power lost in the sands of time. And you, a mere mortal, enveloped in your grandeur, did not touch my soul. I have seen gods fall, I have seen their temple crumble, and your proclamation, good Heavens, was but a whisper in the vastness of the night.
#4133 poetry
photo : a photo from the beginning of the pandemic in Nelson. I tried to capture a full moon, and failed obviously, from the technical point of view, but I like it nonetheless, it exudes (in my eyes) a sense of poetry.
A solitary spectator draws the curtains : she stands right there, her eyes drawn to the sky, her heart a little trembling before the ethereal glow of the moon, a balm for her tired mind that shudders a little, then marvels at its transparency, perfection and coldness.
# 4003 poetry *
Photo: One of hundreds of photos taken in the Blue City. The complexity of the scenery that we notice sometimes seems to be a reflection of the complexity of our own emotions.
It was always about that/
(the knotted emotions, imprisoned at the back of the throat)/,
in the wee hours of the morning, in our long conversations/
at the end of the bed, in the curvature of our backs/,
Shivering in the half-light of the day and the soul/
*first released in July 2023, reviewed in July 202