photo : Havana, always busy
The day was dissolving
into the evening news:
dreams stripped
of their misty
cover, one would have to take refuge
under the stairs.
This was expected
but not all the noise
on the city’s cobblestones.
Archives par mot-clé : refuge
#4090 poetry
photo: between Nelson and Auckland, between heaven and earth
we imagined a place, a refuge, a moor,
where we would walk barefoot
where the wildest thoughts
would soften a little and
where we would astonish the clouds
with asilence between the two of us
#4190 poesie
photo : entre Nelson et Auckland, entre ciel et terre
on imaginait un lieu, un refuge, une lande,
où on marcherait pieds nus
où les pensées les plus sauvages
s’adouciraient un peu
on y étonnerait les nuages
un silence entre nous deux
around the evening
around the evening
you interrogated the sky
while waiting for the stars
in your refuge with no mirror
your story so beautiful
in your memory
refuge
je m’y réfugierais le dimanche
de dimanche et de vent
je passerais des heures entières
à la fenêtre avec le vent
en contemplant
les traces éphémères
des leçons du temps