Ventimiglia (haïbun)

Petite place devant la Cathédrale de Ventimiglia. De temps en temps les pas d’un passant font vibrer le silence. Quand il tombe au tournant de la rue sur un voisin, ils s’engagent dans une courte conversation et à chaque fois, dirait-on, ils entrent dans une dispute. Les voix s’entrecoupent, le volume monte…Mais non, ils se disent au-revoir d’un ‘ciaou’ enjoué.

mon dessin laborieux fini
une colombe blanche
descend sur la cathédrale


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It was a warm spring morning in the olive grove. The breeze was gentle, the air was fragrant, the time stood still. High grass, sprinkled with colourful small-headed flowers, was gently tickling my knees. Poppies were about to splash their intense red on the antic ruins. 'Look how beautiful it is all over', I whispered to the olive trees, 'a perfect time for a stroll.' I slipped my fingers into the open palms at the end of their branches and I took them for a walk. View all posts by atreewalker

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