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
Archives par mot-clé : wrinkle
at each tide
at every tide
you will let go
that which weighs
you will let
the wrinkles grow
in other words you will let
time presents
its thesis (on the beach) wrinkles
time is sculpting
the face
like time deepens the lines on the tree trunk
by the side of the road
over time