I’m learning today that I am no more
(maybe never was)
a topic of conversation.
Who should I thank for that ?
topic of conversation
Archives par mot-clé : sea
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. haiku*
o
risking suffering
if you open the letter
and also if you don’t
*posted first in July 2029, reviewed in June 2020
vertigo
the vertigo of colors the spirit of contradiction, a strange pleasure, trembling with anguish, I resume my journey, then I go back, to the scene of the crime. That was long ago.