beyond the wall
through the evening
transparencies and
stories are floating
for sure,
time goes by and leaves traces with the lights, some shadow
Archives par mot-clé : Quebeccity
from time to time
we would speak between the lines, little words from time to time, sounds that would mark the step, then a screaming silence, coming down the hill, we would remember the good old days.
as if
As if the earth was trying to distract itself
of what's going on inside,
as if the earth got tired of
what we do not talk about
as if there were too many memories
and she was going to sleep, instead lifeline
Like a lifeline
words meaning almost everything
which get to the bottom of it
in the early hours of the day
which go from one question to another
One only needs to believe
but even if you don’t ….
Dream
interpreting dreams
which we do not remember
Deciphering the sword
that pierced his aura
deciding a truce
with his paranoia