argan leaf
It’s evening and I feel melancholy.
I hear the dull melody of the cars, and the beating heart of a long memory.
Maybe one day I’ll wake up having forgotten everything.
No more smiles or faces, the summer of feelings
The New and the Dreamed
Is an argan leaf, laid on a translucent foam
Where we only see the sky
And where all our moments flew away.
October 7, 2014