Dans le centre touristique de la ville, voir cette façon de travailler est émouvant.
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#4242 poetry
photo: Cuba, so much beauty, and so much sadness at this moment.
And it would make us laugh
when we would remember
how we thought we had
said everything, felt everything,
while our opera was only just beginning.
We were touching, with such fragilely,
with the tip of our desires,
the alpha and the omega
of the stories we would live
and would lead us one day, to laugh
at our naivete.
#4241 poetry
photo : Havana, always busy
The day was dissolving
into the evening news:
dreams stripped
of their misty
cover, one would have to take refuge
under the stairs.
This was expected
but not all the noise
on the city’s cobblestones.
#4241 poesie
La Havane, toujours occupée
Le jour se dissolvait
dans les infos du soir :
rêves dépouillés
de leur enveloppe
Vaporeuse, il faudrait se réfugier.
sous les escaliers.
On s’attendait à cela
mais pas à tout ce bruit
sur les pavés de la ville.
life line*
There would be days, ordinary days, filled with daily tasks, performed slowly, a kind of contentment, a certain joy from contemplating one’s life line (broken, but still).
*posted for the first time in April 2019, reviewed and corrected (hopefully for the better) in April 2020