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.
I’m learning today that I am no more
(maybe never was)
a topic of conversation.
Who should I thank for that ?
taking care of one’s soul
in the middle of the night
and walking slowly
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.