You would join your hands
to reach silence
your favorite the thick, the dense one,
which only happens at night
and goes out at dawn
to reveal your buried emotions
the superfluous words, the regrets in the folds with clasped hands
Archives par mot-clé : night
I get on with the shadows of the night
I get along better with the shadows of the night
they slip without making noise
without a crash in their bed
than with neighbors opening their doors noisily
and talk on their phone in a loud voice
that resonates even in my kitchen
their words coming out of their mouth like boards from a factory
they mean nothing and ruin me
at night
taking care of one’s soul
in the middle of the night
and walking slowly
haiku*
waiting for the night
to spell my mistakes one by one
instead of sleeping
*first posted in April 2019
this strange place*
finding this place, that strange place, it was a corner or a room, a withdrawal from the world, a desire to sleep, to silence, to stretch the eyes, to listen to the stars.