then we would evaporate, of course, in the whitish mists sinking above the shore...
I'll wrap my wounds in the wadding of the sky, tell me, when will you come back? the horizon of vertigo, the balance of time, I will anchor myself in the sand of the beach.
Nelson, 2021, Sylvie GE
Where were we? It was time for memories and nostalgic laughs we we were starting again and again true stories and others that we were making up
Going somewhere but not always knowing where
the road is ending