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 Archives par mot-clé : memories
Where were we?
Nelson, 2021, Sylvie GE
Where were we?
It was time for memories
and nostalgic laughs
we we were starting again and
again true stories
and others that we were making up haiku (5 senses : taste)
when the storm breaks out
the taste of the cloud is in
the falling rain
haiku*
hobbling so gently
on the uneven stones
past is coming back
- posted first in March 2020, reviewed in March 2021
Sometimes*
Sometimes it would be three o'clock
and we would stop somewhere
basically a windowless cafe
and the old carpet would smell like dogs
dust would fill the air
and even the tea would be bad
then we would hit the road again
pedaling in the wind
a taste of blood in the mouth
mosquitoes on the teeth
memories would finally be tired
and we could go to bed
*first posted in March 2020, reviewed in March 2021