I knew what strength was
but did not move
I spoke in parable
when respondent to answer unanswerable questions
I was already missing the silence of the streets
in the bright light that sounded
the death knell for the birds dreaming
of ancient dinosaurs
je savais la force
mais je ne bougeais pas
je parlais en paraboles
intimée de répondre
aux questions sans réponse
je m’ennuyais déjà
du silence des rues
de rencontrer mes fantômes
dans la lumière vive
qui sonnait le glas
des oiseaux rêvant
aux dinosaures de l’ancien temps
A total change of scene for the coming months, in Quebec for a few months, I will observe the beauty of winter, often from inside. Always the same feeling of being enveloped in silence, when the snow comes, a bit like in the desert.
Valle de la Luna, Chili, Chile, désert d’Atacama, Atacama desert, septembre 2018, September 2018, canon, ©Sylvie Gé
Reserve Akersten, Nelson, juin 2018, Nouvelle-Zélande, canon, ©Sylvie G