Archives par mot-clé : colours
when you are alone
sometimes you are alone
without feeling lonely
you are part of the world
and the colors surrounding you
part of everything that moves
vibrate, sing, pass
you are alone
but you don't feel lonely
sans parole/wordless : automne aux antipodes/autumn in the antipodes
his hand weighed on her heart
His hand weighed on her heart but soft gestures at dawn Then the sky imposed itself Like the color: blue And time stood still
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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.