In the fog of loyalty
shadows move
following a path that seemed
mapped out in advance but
instead reveals the limits
of its territory. Who are we?
And what does that mean?
to a wise eye and a sympathetic ear?
*posted for the first time in June 2023, edited in June 2024
photo : au retour de Whararaki beach, près de Collingwood, cette scène, entièrement gratuite, a fait mon bonheur
Si je pouvais peindre aussi bien que le ciel je ferais des jours incertains, mi-orages, mi-soleil, des nuages comme des voiles, du bleu et de l’or, et de mes mains confuses, je laisserais glisser les émotions dans les couleurs du jour.
photo : coming back from Wharariki beach, a WestCoast feeling
sandy beaches, tides !
For most of my life, my body and mind have led parallel lives: it was my mind that led the game (no, I don’t have to sleep all these hours, I’m tired but it doesn’t matter, of course I can do a little more, etc.). I had warning signs that I dismissed out of hand, until one day my body had enough. We have since been trying to live together, the symbiosis is not always easy but when it happens, I wonder why I thought I could neglect such a big part of myself (and yes, we can have quite a bit of fun together).
photo : ces deux plantes me font penser à un vieux couple qui, à force de vivre ensemble, finit par se ressembler. Pohara, Golden Bay
A force de vivre ensemble/
on finit par se ressembler/
on regarde le même horizon/
on se fane des mêmes feuilles/
on sent sa présence/
sans même se toucher
photo : les couleurs de Golden Bay, je ne m’en lasse pas, mais en ce moment, dans la région, il fait bon de voir la température diminuer un peu.
And then I became a child again.
At this very moment
of amazement,
Blue was the color
of the event
under my eyelids.
Yes, the sand was burning
And the waves smelled of
salt and seaweed
And we were almost not hungry anymore
for breathing the summer, with squinted eyes
