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