Where were we?
It was memories hour
and nostalgic laughs
we were telling again and
again true stories
and some others that we were made up
*first put online in Augst 2021, edited in 20222
I wanted to see
through the leaves and branches
the trunks and the shades
the light of the water
reminding me of the soul,
something beautiful
a thread to memories
a blank page
TWM and I travel together (when there is no pandemic) but we remember different things. As far as I'm concerned, my memories seem amplified by photos: I remember where I was when I took them, I remember my state of mind, the temperature, the smells, while I systematically forget the airport details. It turns out that taking pictures gives me a lot of pleasure, but I don't know why.
* inspired by "Self-portrait" by Edouard Levé
Un blog experimental voue a la poesie du quotidien sous toutes ses formes/An experimental blog devoted to poetry in all its forms
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