photo: Mount Royal, fall, light, some leaves fall, others remain, like friendships, but those that remain shine all the brighter
you have to know how to let
some memories evaporate
even if incarnated
in worn-out friendships
you look at them, you don’t want to let them gp
but they cannot be played over and over again
like old TV shows
of detectives wearing tired trench coats
Photo This tree comes to meet me when I come back from my morning walks, I wanted to capture all its beauty before its leaves fall.
you will bump into me one day,/
you will recognize me/
perhaps, in the fatigue of my days/
Something will remain of that time/
in one wrinkle or another/
small moments will arise/
from the archives of our days/
we will remember.
each moment, each wound, inscribed in each line, each curve, then the colors that speak of the mood of the day, of the passing of time.
I will chisel sentences, like leaves on trees, placed one by one, like commas, between the emotion of their existence and vain attempts, I will place words on the passage of time
