Thunderous sounds…

…Those of your breath, those of mine. For the dawn to come and leave in your womb the ink of gestures and evocative words; for you to see the hope of a tomorrow the common will season. For the pangs our distance left, we can perceive the four corners that …

The One Step

The one step is always nagging me. Everything changes to become the room for my life choices, and I can always see this one last step asking whether or not I should take it. The one step didn’t come here on its own, it is in itself the accretion of everything …

Le passager

Le passager annonce, et laisse l’existence s’entrevoir entre deux arrêts. Cette dernière se déploie, mais toujours quelque peu discrète ; on ne saurait lui reprocher quoi ce que soit. Lorsque les portes du temps s’entrouvrent, un monde nouveau se déploie, un monde qui s’apprécie pour ce qu’il est. Et à défaut, …