photo : Spring, in Nelson, and my new lens
We would talk a little from the eyes and the words would have the courage to tell our travel wishes. There would be silences that would be light and then we would say goodbye, for the last time? we didn’t know
We will speak in this particular hour,
in a kind of weary sun,
words will come and then
will fall silent.
A breath at a time.
*published for the first time in May 2023, edited in May 2024
We will be able to find the words that we had hidden behind good manners in order to re-establish the conversation, the words, they were sweet, and the smiles, the sincere moments, which lasted, we will know how to find them.
Let’s entangle our paths where necessary for us to meet, possibly at the crossroads of the seasons, unpredictable, I might add, besides I am satisfied with little: colours, shadows, words, voices, sounds and it’s almost too much.
I will recognize you
from one second to the next
from a trembling eyelid
an almost tear
rolling to the salty lip
We will synchronize our wishes
You will spread your ailments
but you won’t know
how the foreign language
will put words together but
in another way
