sometimes we would try
to imitate the harmony of
curves, the impression of the tides
on the sand dunes
to draw some kind of inspiration
to lead one's life
in the delicacy of simple and
and unfinished things
to live alone, in the middle of the crowd, is also living.
I see him breathing, watching, observing, comparing
to remember, to reflect, to think, to go away, to live.
To live is to live, sometimes it is intense, sometimes it is in silence.
one way or the other
alone or with others
we are walking
Un blog experimental voue a la poesie du quotidien sous toutes ses formes/An experimental blog devoted to poetry in all its forms
