photo : Tahunanui, children never tire of the sea and they go on with playing without a need for an update
We will be able to find the words that were hidden behind good manners in order to re-establish the conversation, they were sweet, the words, and the smiles, the sincere moments. They lasted, we will know how to find them again.
photo: path leading to Wharariki beach, dominated by the winds, one really feels the West Coast. Trees have no other choice but to bend to the demands of the weather (one has to imagine the restless wind imposing its will on the trees).
we often repeated our eternal waltzes, which were only wind, but we didn’t know it. And we began to swirl again in the grass, all the breathing we had left in the heat of the day.
photo: returning from Whararaki beach, near Collingwood, this scene, free of charge, made me happy
If I could paint as well as the sky I would make uncertain days, half storms, half sun, clouds like sails, blue and gold, and with my confused hands, I would let the emotions slide into the colours of the day.
Photo: Some ends of the days seem to sum it all up: the waiting, the hope, the regrets, the missed gestures, the beauty and the sadness, the shadow and the light. Walk on the beach near Manorbier Castle, near Tenby
You only have to look at it to understand it all, the drama of the day, from sunrise to moonrise, life is summed up in the colours of the sky, one passes without noticing or stops breathlessly: there is air, there is water, there is light, there are shadows, there is gold and there is blue.
prose poem inspired by Baudelaire’s prose poems « Little poems in prose » published during the last twelve or thirteen years of his life. Most of the poems were published in various journals, but fifty or so of them were published together in 1869, two years after his death, according to the introduction to the small bilingual collection found at Featherston, near Wellington, in a second hand bookstore.
Of course, we talked in the slowness of the day about the taste of chardonnay. The beach was rocky and the wild fennel smelled good. The dog was bored in the water. We would climb the hill, the view, the view of the bay! we would come back next summer. We were lucky because it was sunny and people were picnicking quietly.
