photo: Marahau, à la frontière du parc Abel Tasman, ces eaux constituent le terrain de jeu des oiseaux à marée basse.
The 4pm music brings tears to my eyes.
Every day at the same time
is it me or the music that touches this tender place?
At 4pm , every day,
notes haunt me
and bring tears to my eyes.
Photo: On our way to Lake Titicaca
We will have to
drain the sadness of the world
through our Sunday tears
give back to the earth
memories that smell good
then we will hesitate when opening the door
Am I going out or not?
let my will melt in the coldness of August, shake off the dust of regret when I open the window, looking at you through the rain, a little sad, like tears on the window.
*posted for the first time in August 2019, reviewed in July 2020
