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
Archives par mot-clé : water
#3017poetry
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 
#3013poetry
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 
#3006 poetry
Oh ! but the rest of the day !
scanning the horizon with my eyes
whitish birds are screeching
they are not all seagulls
then the ripples of water that sparkle
like the laughter of a child on Sunday
