sans parole/wordless : distanciation sociale/social distancing
Archives par mot-clé : sea
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
I’m learning today that I am no more
(maybe never was)
a topic of conversation.
Who should I thank for that ?
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.