Untimely, 2011
My moments whispered in the ear of the wind and then scattered across the oceans, fade away…
And under the waves of oblivion, a foam of memories, alone, unrolls my light life, to the nucleus of dust where nothing has ever existed.
So I grab and chew and spit out every image of nothing, and tie and protect the buried light of my past seconds, fighting hard, against time and against the current.
And slowly, by the fixed ink, gently rise childhood bouquets and perfumes of wandering, as gifts given to my soul finally moored.
Sylvie Sallaberrenborde
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