the night wind made waves in the dark but the troubled clouds in the morning were swept away, the encrusted storms came back but always come back even the ancient ones
There will be starts, words aimed straight at the heart, we will recognize one another immediately and we will get lost on the side of the road, but we will know the vanity of things and the depth of the eyes and what will remain of all this we will not know.
The stay was already pleasant, and I did not expect more swimming almost every day, long walks, photos or the Dada Manifesto cafe, but on our penultimate evening, we were told we would get a sky full of aurora Australis. Actually I didn’t know this, but the place where we were staying in Pohara enjoyed a very nice view of the sea and in the evening (that evening in particular) my camera caught a beautiful sky full of pink (that I had to edit because of the grainy texture), with a beautiful, bright moon and the Southern Cross. I was even able later on to see the moon in a very dark sky projecting its bright light on the sea, which I had never seen before.
in the dark room of my computer, I transform the skies, I count the stars, I imagine the moons, I intercept the horoscopes and I transform the signs of the zodiac.
You would join your hands to reach silence your favorite one, the thick, dense one, which only happens at night and goes out at dawn to reveal your buried emotions the superfluous words, and the regrets in the folds *first posted in February 2021, edited in February 20