photo : Nelson, marina
you write yourself one day at a time
you learn the language of the body
then it boils down to a shaking hand
but time passes
and you let go
what doesn’t matter
photo : Nelson, marina
you write yourself one day at a time
you learn the language of the body
then it boils down to a shaking hand
but time passes
and you let go
what doesn’t matter
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
in Marahau
The light was shining
through the bottom of the marshes
at all time of the day
Magical colours of
the curves
all around
you will never know
what's in my dreams
even I
hardly know
the ghosts
that travel in my head
yet everything is there
that we don't see
I will not disturb the water
I will let the time pass
and make its own story
or follow the wind
I'll let myself go in
the rhythm of things
the coming and going
of the world