Like layers of forgotten memories, inconveniences pushed back to tea time, found again after having missed all the trains, from the first to the last (regrets are useless)
layers
Archives du mot-clé seasons
shaking hand
there is the trembling hand reassuring that everything is fine, but I saw what was in them, your eyes, I mean
haiku
on Sunday morning
a cold autumn silence and
a feeling of peace
geometry of a(n) (strange) afternoon
she walks between the branches of the afternoon, rough inside, strange outside: a thickness in the air, a promise of winter (one can not always live at spring time), the earth needs to freeze and repair itself from time to time.
haiku
A few drops of rain
autumn now on the apples
a kind of sadness
