Getting caught up by the depth
of the water, the turmoil and
the rocks
or staying in the turquoise of
the quiet surface of things
Archives par mot-clé : turquoise
#3098 poesie
se laisser happer par l’appel
des profondeurs, des remous et
des rocs
ou rester dans le turquoise
de la surface tranquille des choses
jour de conge*
La brise ne donnait presque pas
froid aux bras
ce jour-là
mais au milieu de la pente
pour reprendre mon souffle
j’ai fait un cliché
des petites fleurs jaunes
qui blessent la bouche des moutons
accrochées à la falaise sablonneuse
surplombant la baie
day off
The breeze hardly made
my arms cold
on that day
but in the middle of the slope
to catch my breath
took a snapshot of
small yellow flowers
(they hurt the mouths of sheep)
that clung to the sandy cliff
above the water … and on the way back
And on the way home
stopping in front of the bay,
which goes as far as forever
as far as the end of the world
I could see wild swans
but only from afar
and some white birds in a row
sometimes time is long
but life is short
sometimes time is long
so better go home