photo : San Pedro, Atacama desert
Stone Silence
The light falls like a thought on the silence of the flagstones.
Just me and the echo of centuries,
A discreet wind makes its way through the open window
Solitude, my friend, is talking to me and shapes me in the cathedral of my mind
photo: San Pedro, Chili, désert d’Atacama, lorsque les pierres parlent…
La lumière tombe comme une pensée sur le silence des pierres froides
Seulement moi et l’écho des siècles
le vent discret se fraie un chemin par la fenêtre ouverte
La solitude, mon amie me parle et me façonne dans la cathédrale du silence
photo : San Pedro, Chile
You were thanking me in a whisper
for all sorts of things
that I didn’t even know
I had ever done
I existed, simply,
I was doing things
that imprinted themselves
in your perfect memory
that you were repeating in a whisper
and I didn’t even know it
What I should do
too simple,
so we don’t think about it
