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noisy sea

the sea is noisy
but from another time
here it is enlarging the space of my thoughts turned upside down,
here it is, soothing, organising them
according to their individual importance
they will ground in the dying waves with only a few words left, but ordered in rattling syllables.
topic of conversation
at night

taking care of one’s soul
in the middle of the night
and walking slowly
the patience of the hands

the color of the sea reminded me of your eyes, green, on the iron bars, in the vertigo of the air, the impatience of the hands, clinging, that's for sure, to the twigs of history, near the coast. That was in the evening.