tomorrow I’ll say
the words you would like to hear
today I’m shaking
haiku
Archives du mot-clé winter
make a difference (or not)
It was hard to find a place in the crowd to make a difference, any one, to find a niche, a speech in her single and isolated cell. Once she lost herself in the anonymity of the crowd without looking for her place, she lost herself in the details. hey have been looking for her since, and have occasionally found her.
haiku
cut in the dawn
in every angle of the cold
finding a yellow fruit
shaking hand
there is the trembling hand reassuring that everything is fine, but I saw what was in them, your eyes, I mean
after breakfast
to smile from the fingertips to cover the chaos of the world, catching sight from a distance of more failures than victories, or maybe it is the opposite, I cannot remember (I do not speak to the gods after breakfast).
