Beginning(s)

life is only a matter of departures partitions abandons

of griefs

more or less tiny more or less real more or less vivid

since even seasons die one after another

eat each other

since even spring

the Earth and Sky’s blossom

is doomed to vanish before summer … More Beginning(s)

Supermarket car park

Today, I “had to” write.

I was tempted to keep going on my enamoured and broken heart. But I was uninspired and on the edge of getting bored.

Then, for lack of love, I tried to write the war. To change it into poetry to share my helplessness. But my words lacked power and were not worthy of the haunted horror. … More Supermarket car park