photo : la beauté des marais à Marahau (jardins venteux), les couleurs changent sans arrêt, avec ou sans soleil, toujours beaux
on ne parlait pas du lendemain
le présent semblait déjà trop plein
à force de vivre chaque seconde
on se demandait
où en sommes-nous ?
Ah oui !, on se disait
entre maintenant
et demain
la vie, le monde, le temps
*I wrote this post in December 2014, inspired by both, a BBC docu and an overwhelming display of Christmas jumpers in Tenby. Somehow, it resonates for me, so here we go again :
The BBC recently released a documentary about Tatler’s magazine, a monthly aimed at 150,000 subscribers (and those aspiring to join) from the British elite. The docu teaches us, among other things, that in these circles, one should not mourn the death of a loved one, but that it is totally appropriate to grieve after the death of one’s dog. We should also accept the most outrageous behaviour, provided we do not wear the wrong shade of blue on Tuesdays. More recently, the magazine informed its subscribers that they could wear the « Christmas jumper », provided they wear it « ironically ». I noted a strong return of the said sweater in Tenby, but I must admit that I was unable to see the difference between those wearing it ironically and the others. As for me, when I have found the theme that I can identify with, I promise to wear mine poetically. Happy poetic holiday and New Year!
si j’étais le vent
je vivrais sur la côte
j’inventerais les vagues
déferlant
sur le sable chaud
je sculpterais les dunes
je pencherais les arbres
on m’aimerait l’été
et me détesterait l’hiver
friends came together
they walked in the windy weather
with little stories
they tamed each other
They already loved each other!
with loyalty and presence
and duration over time
les amis se rejoignent
ils marchent dans le vent
à coups de petites histoires
ils s’apprivoisent lentement.
Ils s’aiment déjà !
de loyauté et de présence
et de durée dans le temps