samedi 15 octobre 2011


Friends came early in the morning
carrying loads of heavy memories

they wanted to renew
with long forgotten attitudes
smiles and hugs
mimicking tenderness and love

they were using dead languages
and the useless dialects
of antiquated acquaintances

their hearts tried to translate
past experiences of life
into present attitudes and words

but their lips remained sealed
like the books of closed windows
uttering but the silence of the wind

obsolete dew under a heavy rain

Claude Lopez-Ginisty

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