sans parole/wordless : parc jurassique/Jurassic park
Archives par mot-clé : New Zealand
nuages (2)
then we would evaporate, of course, in the whitish mists sinking
above the shore...
haiku
some little stories
strewn along the timeline
the day has broken 
I swear to you ! when I got to this tree, I could feel the air moving slowly, as if it had hips, so that the beauty of the branches would remain undisturbed and could spread out in an honest way, as they had since the beginning of time. haiku
a walk early morning
in the early spring perfume and
pohutukawa