photo: À la plage, pour oublier le monde, se concentrer sur la beauté
descendre en ville
les mains dans les poches
surtout
Les oreilles gelées
le prix de l’huile d’olive va augmenter
encore
et les histoires de pauvreté :
Le coût de la vie
Le coût de la bière
Le coût de la misère
photo: this winter, I often walk with my new friend, the poet John Berryman, who inspires me when I see a sky like this.
the grey sky
like a bad omen,
a large ink blot on the duvet
but the rainbow offers me peace
and hope, if it exists,
we shall see tomorrow
if the hands still move in the morning.
photo: there is no shortage of confused magnolias, ready to welcome spring, although there is still a good month of winter to endure.
And when spring arrives
I will stand at the gates of heaven
I will be the minister of sun
in still solitude
I will prepare the final word of summer.
I will reveal the true colour of the world’s torch
photo: the tree shows different layers of itself depending on the season. In winter, you can see the tangled complexity of its branches
You will have to follow
the cycle of my seasons
the season of uncertainty,
the cold season
the season of fears
the season of joy
and the hot season
we will go through all these seasons
