photo: On the road, in Morocco, a metaphor for life
Of the things that happened to me, some by accident, others by my fault, I first understood through the lens of destiny or fatality, now I leave them behind in the jumble of human history.
Archives par mot-clé : road
my fragile step on the bridge
I was moving forward hesitantly
my fragile pitch throbbing
my eyes almost closed
that is how one falls
between the sky and the dark waters
in the rocks split by the trembling earth
but old women pass by
with their kind eyes
they see very far in the soul of the passers-by and
have better things to do that go away laughing
(but it took me a while to cross the road)
in his hand
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)
sometimes the road is long
Sometimes the road is long
sometimes one doesn’t realise it
and sometimes one doesn’t care about it.