photo : marshlands in Marahau (windy gardens), colours keep changing all day long, whether there is sun or not, always beautiful
we didn’t talk about the following day
the present already seemed so full
by dint of living every second
we wondered
Where were we?
Oh yes!, we told ourselves
between now
and tomorrow
Life, the world, time
From the inside, my seconds
last much longer
than an instant
when I immerse myself in each of them
I almost have time
to ask myself
how far they will go
so short
and yet so long
this is how they exist
for me here and now
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
there will be those who
will expand on the why and
the how
As for me, I will try to warp the space
to weave time
the one which passes
right there
in front of me
others will decide
if you were worth it
But that is not the question
you are just recovering
from your old decisions
you still feel the blood in your veins
and your days now full of emotions