we would speak between the lines, little words from time to time, and sounds that would mark our steps, then our ears full of silence and coming down the hill, we would remember the good old days.
*first published in June 2020, edited in June 2021
beyond the wall
through the evening
transparencies and
stories are floating
for sure,
time goes by and leaves traces 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 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 
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 ….