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.
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an afternoon like any other
A ruffled cormorant was drying its wings as for me, I was digging in the sand with my toes, and you were chewing on a twig, another one, over there, was looking for gold in the sand, in other words, he was feeding on hope then it started to rain
un apres-midi comme un autre
Le héron ébouriffé faisait sécher ses ailes,
Moi, je creusais dans le sable avec mes orteils
Toi, tu mâchonnais une brindille
L’autre, là-bas, cherchait de l’or dans le sable,
Autrement dit, il se nourrissait d’espoir,
Puis il s’est mis à pleuvoir
que trouver
il faudrait trouver le ciel
diluer la mémoire
égaliser le sable
avant de s’étendre au soleil
clasped hands*
You would join your hands
to reach silence
your favorite one, the thick, dense one,
which only happens at night
and goes out at dawn
to reveal your buried emotions
the superfluous words, and the regrets in the folds
*first posted in February 2021, edited in February 20