to live alone, in the middle of the crowd, is also living. I see him breathing, watching, observing, comparing to remember, to reflect, to think, to go away, to live. To live is to live, sometimes it is intense, sometimes it is in silence.
around the evening you interrogated the sky while waiting for the stars in your refuge with no mirror your story so beautiful in your memory
Where were we? It was memories hour and nostalgic laughs we were telling again and again true stories and some others that we were made up *first put online in Augst 2021, edited in 20222
some little stories strewn along the timeline the day has broken
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