photo: sunset in the port of Nelson, all sorts of lights are reflected on the water
The days rise in a light tremor,
which hesitates to settle on earth,
troubled times hurt it so much
but balance has never been more than a temporary moment
and the world will always try to speak through the cracks.
we would be holding hands
before the shadows of the earth
or the threat of water
and even the pain
it was on the knee?
or in the heart?
we did not remember but
we were holding hands
and watching
over there
where the pages were filled with
carbon and history
while holding hands.
*first posted in 2020, edited in June 2023
I will learn to age by observing the wrinkles of the earth, crevices and blisters, but alive, always,
*inspired by Edouard Levé
we would leave the earth
do as she wants
we would go through it
without makingtoo much
noise in the blue sky
in short we be
well behaved
as much as possible
The earth was dry, but looking at the horizon I could see the curves of the earth, its desire to give to those who knew how to wait, how to find and take.
I’ve just realised that bodies fit together like mountains (and then we think we have created everything !).