Constellation

Poésie. Célébrations élégiaques et autres abîmes.

Tomorrow

I need to write today to return there when my life was serene and calm

And remember how much the questions on life were part of my every day existence at thirty

I shall look at that from the top, filled with homesickness of tenderness to be filled with doubts of whom I was then

Doubts, pain and the evidence of their role in the directions taken, would return to me

I need to write today to return there when I shall be a grandfather
Then, I would have then many people who are dear to me who will be nevertheless disappeared their voices and the faces would never have left me

I would measure how much the fight with oneself can be wholesome, I would be able to appreciate my cracks and my faults that I fought for a long time

I would look at my grandchildren telling me that they too will undoubtedly know the agonies of a path to be etched on its own

I need to write today to give me the illusion that tomorrow will come faster

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