photo : une plage imparfaite, pas vraiment instagrammable, désordonnée, comme je les aime.
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#4142 if I were… a church
photo: Lake Tekapo, a small stone building near the lake of the same name, which derives its unique colour from stones coming from glaciers that have carpeted its bed. Onne can see Mount Cook (when the weather is fine), the highest mountain in NZ (3,724 metres) in the South Island.
If I were a church
I would be small and made of stone
I would have a single window
opening on a lake so beautiful
that passers-by would stop
to say a prayer
that would resemble dreaming
hovering over the blue waters
#4141 poetry
photo : sunset, Mojaca…. after a few days one ends up finding those sunsets kind of normal, and when you find the photo years later….
we listened to the sounds
of the night
bringing back the outrages of the day
I should have done this
I could have done that
it would take some courage
to accept the passing time and
the imperfection of age