then we would evaporate, of course, in the whitish mists sinking above the shore...
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.
a walk early morning
in the early spring perfume and