The Botanical Garden has gone back to the ducks, ever since the flooding of the past few days, when 300mm of rain (in four days, instead of the usual 80mm) caused landslides, road closures, extensive damage to an important number of houses, as well as the evacuation of many residents. The only ones not complaining about the situation seem to be the ducks, who are taking full advantage of their garden.
on Sundays I would close my eyes I would looking at the clouds in the blue sky I would learning the coldness of the water and of the wet sand that stuck under my feet I would discover things which had always been there
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.
you would hear them outside but inside also even with your hands over your ears. Trying to sleep, but you heard them moan you heard them suffer they were going to die the trees without their roots
the pond's clear water in the month of January revives the lilies