photo : walking by the river, one discovers different things every day, depending on the light and the moode of the day . At low tide, soil debris allows the tough flora to take hold.
in the stone’s shadow/
wildflowers have bloomed on the/
banks of the river/
*posted in 2024, revised heavily in English, in 2025
photo : Botanical Garden, Nelson
one day, early morning
everything is fine
the air is fresh, I feel healthy
then come across meanness
It is not the end
of the world, I swear,
I imagine his reasons
and do what I can to forget the little joker
to no avail
he has ruined everything
since this morning
un bon matin
tout va bien
l’air est frais on se sent sain
on croise un mesquin
mais ce n’est pas la fin
du monde (on se le jure) on imagine son chagrin
on fait ce qu’on peut pour oublier le petit plaisantin
mais en vain
il a tout gâché depuis le matin
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photo : near the Matai, the end of summer flowers have something that is both glorious and sad.
Like always, we will rush to the pink of the field, and will keep it in the collapsing cloud, then in a few months time we’ll revisit it by the fireside. What ? Was it really that blue?
photo : Akersten reserve, Nelson marina, harmony of morning colours in the Matai river at high tide.
Yes, the silence of the water, the one that can be listened to and that understands almost everything in the turquoise of the morning, dense, light and glides over the day.
photo : near the Matai river, a morning walk in a beautiful light that feels a little like the end of summer
we would resume/
the conversation /
where we left it/
a long time ago/
near the river/
God! the clarity of the water/
our sad and grave airs/
in the thinness of the air/
would evaporate/
in the thinness of the air/
of which only nostalgia/
was left/
not even bitter/
but a little desire /
nonetheless to go back/
to rebuild ourselves
