finding my balance between day and night flexibility and stiffness the movement of water and the reassurance of the wood move forward like on a wire without looking ahead to avoid vertigo
the color of the sea reminded me of your eyes, green, on the iron bars, in the vertigo of the air, the impatience of the hands, clinging, that's for sure, to the twigs of history, near the coast. That was in the evening.
the vertigo of colors the spirit of contradiction, a strange pleasure, trembling with anguish, I resume my journey, then I go back, to the scene of the crime. That was long ago.