the tree wanted to blend into the sky
but the summer was coming to an end
the ego would dissolve into the musical notes while
someone else would try (vainly) to taunt the world by
trying to
prove something to him
Archives par mot-clé : tree
#2086 poetry
because when you live on this island
you follow the direction of the wind
looking for the first stories
and what you want to leave behind:
fragile traces
the velvet escaping from the words
nothing that makes noise
Simple news* (1)
in the morning light
its roots hold up the fragments of the earth:
majesty of the tree
*category inspired by Emily Dickinson "the simple news that Nature told" 
I swear to you ! when I got to this tree, I could feel the air moving slowly, as if it had hips, so that the beauty of the branches would remain undisturbed and could spread out in an honest way, as they had since the beginning of time. fait accompli
we would be extremely cautious, in the face of fait accompli, let’s be honest and say nothing grave or true. Clenching our teeth would be totally fine.