Archives par mot-clé : New Zealand
sans parole/wordless : heron blanc/white heron
an afternoon like any other
A ruffled cormorant was drying its wings as for me, I was digging in the sand with my toes, and you were chewing on a twig, another one, over there, was looking for gold in the sand, in other words, he was feeding on hope then it started to rain
un apres-midi comme un autre
Le héron ébouriffé faisait sécher ses ailes,
Moi, je creusais dans le sable avec mes orteils
Toi, tu mâchonnais une brindille
L’autre, là-bas, cherchait de l’or dans le sable,
Autrement dit, il se nourrissait d’espoir,
Puis il s’est mis à pleuvoir
finding my balance*
finding my balance
between day and night
flexibility and stiffness
the movement of water
and the reassurance of wood
moving forward like on a wire
not looking ahead
to avoid vertigo
*put online in April 2021, edited in 202