photo: ducks trusting the future in the botanical garden, Wellington
it was a matter of pretending
and everything would be just fine
it was about manifesting tenderness
without thinking of tomorrow
when the hand trembles
one leaves it to the gods
the ground trembles too
and heals from its grievings
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.
