photo : Porora, oyster catcher
the more walking you do
the more stones will be worn
the weight of the days
will hurt your feet
you will have been
around the earth
just by going to the market
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
I like to dry my clothes outside. I thought I was walking fast until I got to New Zealand. When I was very young, I believed that life was not worth living after fourty years old. I take a 5 k walk before my first meal of the day, but after several cups of coffee. (Inspired by Edouard Leve, Autoportrait. I found an English translation at the book fair in Nelson in 2020)
I close my eyes to listen to my roots, the roof over my head an illusion that did not hold up, I would take somebody else’s voice to fill the guest card and then lay down, exhausted, in my dark stories.
Un blog experimental voue a la poesie du quotidien sous toutes ses formes/An experimental blog devoted to poetry in all its forms
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