photo : native bush and the Pacific blue, perfect recipe, Wainui Bay
We persist and sign truths that take their time
We come to theid of rancid taste beliefs
the sound of which reassure us, oh so much
and yes we advance but so slowly
photo : native bush and the Pacific blue, perfect recipe, Wainui Bay
We persist and sign truths that take their time
We come to theid of rancid taste beliefs
the sound of which reassure us, oh so much
and yes we advance but so slowly
photo : arbres endogènes et le bleu du Pacifique, un mélange toujours parfait, Wainui Bay
On persiste et l’on signe des vérités qui prennent leur temps
On se porte au secours de croyances au goût rance
mais leur son nous rassurante tant.
Et puis oui, on avance, mais si lentement
photo : Wainui Bay, près de Pohara, ces huitriers ont tendance à être de mauvaise humeur, apparemment très occupés et impatients, on dirait des êtres humains
On allait quelque part, mais on ne savait pas où, pourtant ça nous semblait une bonne idée ce jour-là mais dieu seul savait ce qui nous attendait
Photo: Wainui Bay, slightly sad electricity poles that seem abandoned (you have to look close to see them)
Yet I imagined myself living there, for a few minutes, with these poles like a cemetery of our civilization, and a few dilapidated huts. It must be said that the silence was of exceptional quality.
*the title of this column is inspired by Emily Dickinson:
« The simple news that nature told »