in the mess of the rocky
beach, harmony of stones
signs of age
proud traces
of their travels
in the rivers
(but look no further than tomorrow) harmony
Archives par mot-clé : grey
dream outline
I traced again and again
the outline of my dreams
until nothing was left
but charcoal tones
in a grayish cloud
a certain beauty
Looking through the wet window, sadness has settled in, a certain beauty awaits, breathes, waiting for the good weather, listening time making noise, the room has been almost emptied , forced to murmur to avoid being spied on,
haiku
hobbling gently
on the uneven stones
the past comes back
Sans paroles/wordless : C’est la que je vais/ that is where I am going
