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
Archives par mot-clé : walking
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
a few grains of sand have been jostled by the tide a landscape is born
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)
somebody else’s voice
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.