the color of the sea reminded me of your eyes, green, on the iron bars, in the vertigo of the air, the impatience of the hands, clinging, that's for sure, to the twigs of history, near the coast. That was in the evening. the patience of the hands
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sword of Damocles
To have a feast at arm's length, right there in front of you, the rich colors, the promise of flavors, then raising your eyes and seeing the sword of Damocles. You only have to reach out, but you withdraw your hand, you prefer hunger. For a long time, I wished
For a long time I wished life to be as well organised as the directions found on this wall (but it does not work that way).
the perfection of the world
Seeking every day, in every second, the perfection of the world (one can find it, one day at a time) the right direction
I never doubted
the need for
following directions
in every shape or form
going from 49 to 51
but never asking yourself
why number 50 is on the other side
(this is how we humans live)