on Sundays I would close my eyes
I would looking at
the clouds in the blue sky
I would learning the coldness of the water
and of the wet sand
that stuck under my feet
I would discover things
which had always been there
Archives par mot-clé : sunday
on Sundays
not matter what
on Sundays
I am bored
in the perfection of
the suspended time
just like when
I was a child In the slowness of the day
Of course we talked
in the slowness of the day
about the taste of chardonnay (good)
and the rocky beach,
the wild fennel smelled good
then we would climb the hill
the view, the view, that we had
on the bay, we will come back
when the water is warmer
we were lucky in general
and on that day
the sun was a soft
and people were picnicking
without making noise
as if it were Sunday Vignette : Sunday
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