photo: fern in the making, Split Apple Rock, the repetition of things
we were apologising for this and that
for one thing or another
« you can never apologise too much »
a mantra like any other
we were apologising for this and that
without always knowing why
« you can never apologise too much »
we told ourselves, a mantra like any other
It must have been for that
that we apologised like that.
photo: the evocative power of images, Split Apple Rock, the sky was too beautiful to sleep
We were looking at old photos, a tinge of melancholy, nostalgia, bursts of laughter, we remembered what lay behind the smiles frozen on the glossy paper, we saw the light and time slipping away before our eyes, among the delicate leaves that spoke of summer.
photo: le pouvoir évocateur des images, split Apple Rock, le ciel était trop beau pour dormir
on regardait de vielles photos, vague à l’âme, nostalgie, éclats de rire, on se souvenait de ce qui se cachait derrière les sourires figés sur le papier glacé, on voyait la lumière et le temps s’échapper sous notre nez, entre les feuilles délicates qui disaient l’été.
photo : Split Apple rock, cet oiseau, comme s’il avait fait du yoga toute sa vie/ this bird looks like he’s been doing yoga all his life
photo : Split Apple Rock au lever du jour et puis, oui, cela semble vrai, ainsi que le disait Danielle Messia, aujourd’hui, ce que Samuel Beckett disait de la poésie.
toute poésie, discriminée des différents paradigmes de la prosodie, est prière
Samuel Beckett
