this quiet morning
in the very depth of silence
the sea smells so good
this quiet morning
in the very depth of silence
the sea smells so good
We will speak in this hour,
in a kind of weary sun,
the words will come
and they then will fall silent.
A breath at a time.
je gribouillais sous le soleil
toi
du sable entre les orteils
et le silence de l’eau
nous ne mourrons pas du coeur
swimming in silence
do not disturb the water
then reaching the light