Tuesday, August 07, 2007
I can take the rain on the roof of this empty house
and,
it's a rainy friday morning when
i try to catch falling
falling raindrops with my human hands.
they touch gently upon
my palms
but almost instantly mix immiscibly
so i cannot tell one bead from another.
a river-valley formed by my cupped fingers bears
my reflection watery;
my eyes - a life of lies.
un moment à se rappeler
. a moment to remember.
