photo:
Darkness folded over the ridgeline of the hill,
vanishing into its own myth.
The sea was somewhere, I could hear her moving against the rocks.
My soul lied in the moss on the roadside
The world was still holding, but just.
Archives par mot-clé : New Zealand
#4158 simple news
photo : Matai River, Nelson
I no longer follow international news, I find it too depressing and, in some cases, unbearable and unacceptable. Even the national and regional news from a small country like New Zealand are not looking good. The economy and the cost of living crisis, as it’s called here, are making headlines. Not a day goes by without an article appearing somewhere about the price of butter, nearly ten dollars (NZ) a pound, in a country that produces so much that it exports tonnes and tonnes of it. This does not go unnoticed by so-called ‘ordinary’ people who have to endure, in addition to unaffordable prices for dairy products, the outrage of pollution from nitrites (courtesy of cow urine), without reaping any benefits. It does not affect me personally, but I can sense the bad mood when I go to town, and signs of a growing frustration that just keeps overflowing, that small New Zealand seems unable to shake off. The good news is that the European Commission has approved kiwifruit for gut health. This, of course, made the headlines and producers are very happy with this decision. As for New Zealand consumers, they hope that the story of lamb (New Zealand lamb sold overseas is better and cheaper than what is available here) does not repeat itself with kiwifruit.
#4131 poetry
photo: photo: forest at the edge of Pupu Spring, Golden Bay. It has been increasingly scientifically shown a little more each day that the environment plays an important role in the development of several diseases, but we already knew this, in a way, because every time we come into contact with nature, a veil of calm descends upon us.
and if I didn’t make a sound
I would disappear for good
in the foliage of history and
I would listen to the silence
until the end of time.
#4130 poetry
photo: Te Waikoropupu Springs, Takaka, Golden Bay, on the trail leading to the pure waters of Pupu Springs, you don’t know what to expect until you arrive
We were going somewhe
but we didn’t know where
and we went anyway
every step of the way
one second at a time,
or years, who knows
how long is the path?
but when we would reach the end
we would say to ourselves “already there?”
#4126 : sans parole/wordless : trouver l’equilibre/ finding balance
photo : Split Apple rock, cet oiseau, comme s’il avait fait du yoga toute sa vie/ this bird looks like he’s been doing yoga all his life