Of course, there would be traces of passers lost on the dunes, one we cannot always be with on their own but they would have come, and would have gone and now I would be alone with the sky and promises of thunderstorms in the cold sand of May.
Archives par mot-clé : sky
clouds (4)
Focusing on the clouds,
too tired to measure up
against the world
then what the hell would Jung say
seeing our nauseating debacles nuages (2)
then we would evaporate, of course, in the whitish mists sinking
above the shore...
cloud (1)
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. Where were we?
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