Seasons again
and battle songs
you answered with your head
nodding yesses and nos
truant trickles
in the changing climate
you were far too fragile
to carve the sky
you were too fragile
Archives par mot-clé : desert
tu etais trop fragile
Encore des saisons
et des chants de bataille
tu répondais de la tête
faisais des oui et des non
des rigoles buissonnières
dans le climat qui change
tu étais trop fragile
pour découper le ciel
white silence
a few lines at the bottom of the page
left to themselves (mostly)
in white silence.
A few crooked pages
demanding attention
but the sentence of the judges
(go lie down on the grass)
silence blanc
retracing my steps
retracing my steps
to find where I come from
but can't find anything
neither the starting point
nor the finish