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The world will not change (that much)
Behind the door life begins
I draw with the pencils of another
that is a surprise !
I will say to myself I don’t know
I might say to myself maybe
like many things that don’t last
the world will not change
and we will fall from our knees
at the end of long lines
which do like the cold
Proudly*
I will wear proudly
my injuries from the wars,
my bruises and my flaws,
my retreats and tearing
my emotions, I will proudly.
Absolutely.
*posted firstly in May 2019, reviewed in May 2020
sans paroles/wordless : Nerja
haiku
hobbling gently
on the uneven stones
the past comes back