Turning over a new leaf. Du renouveau, on recommence. On sent les racines prendre vie, s'étirer dans le sol et grandir. Prendre leurs places, s'exprimer, se transformer, devenir. On entend les sons du printemps.


''The sentence starts the story

The novel draws you in

From the deepest abyss to the highest heights

Like salt in water, we are intertwined.


Winding down the hands of time

In a keystone of my mind

The force of attraction was ferromagnetic

It shifted the sands of my serenity...''


On l'appelle ''Intertwined'' celle-là.

(Ouais, une collabo.)

D'autres mijotent...à suivre, donc!



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