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  • En mode (re)découverte de cet équilibre qui m'est propre. J'aime chanter, le tai chi, lire, écrire, rire...apporter du bien être aux autres et profiter du quotidien.
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21 juillet 2009 2 21 /07 /juillet /2009 22:03
This morning on the way to station, a pillar on the pavement has been curved till it touches the ground, while others around are still standing. A broken bar on my jail window? Or a tooth lacking smile like the one of my son those days? Whatever the exact meaning and cause for it, choose to consider it as a good omen.

summer serenade
morning sun is shining on
both sides of the street

farther on my way, a broken curved  pipe exhibited on the kerb, looking like a periscope.

summer white clouds
only light shining beyond
snow in silver bowl

Went through many ups and downs those last days, trying to connect my self to the world around, then feeling scared for backdraft risks from world air holes. Even if the change I am waiting for happens brutally one day, it must be built slightly and slowly every day.

under the gutter
of soon to be razed building
many martin nests

This joyous feeling of being one inside and outside is not gone, but just under ice surface, and its light shines from cracks in it. Days underground indeed are over.

fallen children teeth
it is so much funnier
to spit and whistle

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