photo: I did not have any expectation, and then, that sky, Marina, Nelson
We were looking for the light
and we would find it
we would move forward in the shadows
for as long as it took
feeling our way amongst the grey rubble
in the dark passages
we would feel the breeze
which would be close, so very close
or so we thought
photo: Westland, Christchurch, un lieu plein de silence qui parle.
La voix du silence
tellement profonde, lancinante
est celle qui parle le plus,
qui parle le mieux
Les mots ensuite tentent
de traduire ce qu’elle signifie.
photo: I’ve never seen a cabbage tree I didn’t like and the more the better, Christchurch, New Brighton reserve
you made so much noise
around my ancient faults
maybe you would have done better
to get through your own night
photo : The Grove, scenic reserve, Pohara, young rimu which has undoubtedly inspired a number of legends.
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The tree was drifting/
in the middle of the forest/
It was about/
letting the wind, and time take its course/
So I followed/
its movements/
oh so slow,
in a kind of renunciation/
of heat, and of time/
and of his nonchalant destiny
it was written in his hand
that she would still be here tomorrow
maybe even after tomorrow
that she would go to the end of the road
(far from being innocuous)
