photo : Botanical garden, Nelson, spring
photo : Nelson Botanical Garden, the eternal restart of spring
we would start again
every day, every month, every year
we would not tire
of the repetition of things or
of the small gestures with not spark
yes, even those
we would not tire of them
*posted in 2024, edited in 2025
photo: petals on the ground near the cathedral, Nelson
petals were scattering in the uncertain spring
we said to ourselves « maybe » because
the world was so vain
that we couldn’t see very far
we even doubted tomorrow
and we would make do
with the beauty of the day because we didn’t know
when it would come back again
photo : Nelson, Botanical Garden, relfections
… and sometimes it is the mirror that is unfaithful
that distorts reality, that’s why, believe me,
It is better to reverse the direction of the gaze said
someone I wanted to listen to
photo : Cable Bay, in spring
Because spring is also about storm and the rage of the wind, clouds and waves which muss up time
photo : Spring, in Nelson, and my new lens
We would talk a little from the eyes and the words would have the courage to tell our travel wishes. There would be silences that would be light and then we would say goodbye, for the last time? we didn’t know
