at the end of the beach
the rock has reclaimed its rights
and appeased my thoughts
Archives par mot-clé : thoughts
haiku
by the river
slipping into thoughts the same
colour as water conditional
I could do this
I should say that
I would like to go here
I would like to live like that
noisy sea
the sea is noisy
but from another time
here it is enlarging the space of my thoughts turned upside down,
here it is, soothing, organising them
according to their individual importance
they will ground in the dying waves with only a few words left, but ordered in rattling syllables. geometry of a(n) (strange) afternoon
she walks between the branches of the afternoon, rough inside, strange outside: a thickness in the air, a promise of winter (one can not always live at spring time), the earth needs to freeze and repair itself from time to time.