photo : the endless ability of the tides to create beauty day after day.
Like the tide is scribbling down on the sand
the mood of its waves
I will scribble my page
with those emotions that do not want to be dissected
*posted in August 2022, edited in August 2026
photo: Cuba, so much beauty, and so much sadness at this moment.
And it would make us laugh
when we would remember
how we thought we had
said everything, felt everything,
while our opera was only just beginning.
We were touching, with such fragilely,
with the tip of our desires,
the alpha and the omega
of the stories we would live
and would lead us one day, to laugh
at our naivete.
photo: There is a unique simplicity of colours in a cold morning. Tadoussac
I walk in the cold
Even the sea seems to doubt and the wind
knows me all too well: my uncertainty is my certainty.
And this faint light spread over a path that promises nothing,
I move forward in a season whose darkness simplifies the world,
Photo: In Pohara, when the day is a little gloomy, yet magnificent. Few people go for their daily walk on the beach, which temporarily belongs to me.
The emotions returned
in his bewildered throat
he thought the sobs had evaporated (a long time ago)
but the emotions returned
in his bewildered throat
before the sea that was resting
in the morning low tide
the sobs were coming from so far away
in his bewildered throat
before the almost resting sea
photo : Pohara, cloud formation often found in this part of the world, so artistically placed, every time.
mirror, mirror,
tell me if
a better reflection
than that of clouds
against a blue sky
does exist
