Tata Beach. What remains when you realise that you have reached the end of a long relationship, whether friendly or otherwise, because everything has been said.
We will say to each other
here is what I have done
here is what I have said
here is who I am (now)
here is where I will be
then a long silence
it will contain our story, long and with no regret.
Tata Beach. Ce qu’il reste quand on se rend compte que l’on est arrivé au bout d’une longue relation, amicale ou autre, parce que l’on s’est tout dit.
Nous nous dirons
voici ce que j’ai fait
voici ce que j’ai dit
voici qui je suis (maintenant)
Voici où je serai
puis un long silence
qui contiendra notre histoire
longue et sans regret.
The cabbage trees stand in line like little soldiers, they are so unique, as if each one was developing a singular personality, Tata beach
…like that day when a familiar face appeared on someone else’s face. Ghost? Hallucination? Premonition? The stories align, integrate into the chaotic flow of time passing in gusts of wind, in sandstorms, or slowly like a young seagull that has not yet learned to cross the street.
Les cordylines australes (arbres à chou) s’alignent comme de petits soldats, elles sont tellement uniques, comme si chacune développait sa propre personnalité.
…comme ce jour où est apparu sur le visage de quelqu’un d’autre un visage connu. Apparition ? Hallucination ? Prémonition ? Les histoires s’alignent, s’intègrent dans le mouvement chaotique du temps qui passe en coup de vent, en tempête de sable, ou bien lentement comme un jeune goéland qui n’a pas appris à traverser la rue.
photo: when I see that moon, I think I am not sure I want humans beings to go and spoil it as they are spoiling earth.
I will read slowly
the words and their syllables
as if they were touching my skin
they would roll against it
then tear it alive
they would fight among themselves
to rub closely against it
after a vain battle
they would doze off
behind the dark pages
of my old notebooks
during the Indian summer
