{aquitaine forest, close bayonne]

forced to think
forced to life
it hurts
it frees
the clouds explode in lowspeed

the horizont bends
and flowers

hall of broken mirrors
broken memories
in my breast
anxious heart
pumping wild
warm soft
fragile vulnerable
in fear to be cut

flying through armies of treepillars
grown on waves
primeval light
touches my soul
makes it vibrating

a cry
that noone dreams of
that doesn't even eco in my body

tears to come
waiting in jars
at my window

~ ~ ~

an ocean of salt
cried by the women of all ages
cried out of anger
cried out of joy
cried out of fear and desperation

giving peace
for some moments
to the troubled thoughts

washes and caresses them
with the wise hand of the grandmother

they swallow me up
bare unquestioning n free
I melt into the sparkling silver
accepted
surrounded
home

{bordeaux}

red wine giving life to old black white
flowers petrified in night blue metall guarding french beauty
subtle laughter like a cat
streching full of pleasure near the fire
a wodden door - a warmy welcome - pots of flowers
livly true colors mixed in harmony like a chason

beauty of a blossom opening blooming and dying
without any make up bare beauty of life unmasked
and the speech a song in respect to the broken silence
filling in the the sound of hte sea the wind and leaves
evry sillable a piece that longs to harmony with the presence
respect to the grown unity of landscape
respect to time

{la côte atlantique}

endless plane of whithered yellow
celebrating constant marriage with the endless waves of western glass

ephemeral white
the everchanging everrefreshing
everlasting manifest of their creative union

a shell
a present layed on solid ground
a leaf handed over to the roaring waves

from infinite to infinite