north wind blows at nightfall friend’s embrace
warm winter day a late bumblebee buzzes by searching for the nest
dewfall a seagull leaves footprints on a car top
dark clouds the moon and a star escape before dawn
streetlights falling from above a rain of leaves
cold morning clouds coming from afar and from our mouths
winter’s herald a dead bumblebee on the sidewalk but the sun is shining!
christmas eve laughter muffles the crackling of the furnace
morning sun shining in the distance snow on the mountain
dawn tremble the passer-bys and the stars
quiet morning the world seems new after the rain
every day a surprise on the way dog shit
in the morning blows a cold cold wind even the flags tremble
same day same hour again on my path the broken branch
after the storm so many different leaves on the ground
blue sky on the naked plane branches so many burrs
dark clouds over the valley below the rainbow
evening star in a starless sky a plane goes by
rising sun on the trees and rooftops out of reach
winter morning against a frozen sky crimson clouds
shutters ajar how slowly it descends the rising sun
fresh buttons only the trees undress for winter
before the flowers announcing spring the lottery seller
ides of march i sense on my tongue the first rain
first light a dark shape passes by the first seagull
light drizzle droplets glitter on the eaves and on my jacket
days of march either sunny either rainy today i walk
dust in the air how sweet is the smell of fresh rain
over the eave the cat looks at me eyes of water
rising sun on my way to school i lower my gaze
morning breeze i feel it passing by even without seeing it
morning gestures dressed in so much colour and a few buttons
beneath the fragrant shade of the flowering tree a bed of petals
spring shower as soon as it comes it goes without a trace
lonely birch so many the agapanthus blue and white
lunch time across the garden flowers a bee
raindrops tremble here then there the forget-me-nots
the garden pond overflows into the path no haste
inside the bus among passengers and yawns the butterfly flutters
in a single palm tree over twenty families my god the noise!
in the old garden flies and wasps buzz where are the flowers?
on easter day they should not argue the butterflies
dark clouds over the distant mountain goes the procession
coming back among the brooms heather and thistle
sleepy morning between thoughts i scratch my crotch
steady gait and eyes to the ground dandelion
by the moonlight all is pale shadows and dark shadows
small frights the furtive movement of a cat and the barking of a dog
milky way glowing in the dark a cigarette
night shadows escaping from dawn a cat hides
the day after caught in a candle three moths
green darter out of an old umbrella children scream
winter sun even piss shines golden in the evening light
dandelions a millipede stumbles on its own behind
summer rain hurry back home little bee
nap time beneath the willow leaves a gentle breeze
my shadow has it its own shadow? is it me?
summer night under the starry sky countless cicadas
aimless in the warm summer breeze dry leaves
open door who else would stop the passing cat?
so simple! at the end of a hot day a glass of water
the wave rolls with a rustling sound the pebbles roll
sandy beach wasps drone in the wind little girls whistle
lemon water memories of being smaller and summers bigger
summer’s end flies cling to our skin and their lives
autumn warmth two butterflies flutter one after the other
abandoned field the kitten plays by himself hide-and-seek
harvest time a long line of seeds among the vines
september rain grazing on the grass a flock of doves
morning hygiene take bath wash teeth lick fur
leaving home look out little snail! here i come
school day decorated with dew a dry leaf
in a starless sky venus and the moon’s horns back to the routine
solitary march among the fallen leaves a processionary
october moon horns facing the sea rain is coming
morning people on their way to work over fallen leaves
misty morning empty buses move along empty streets
wall in red the blackbird has flown away and there are no more berries
lonely venus on the way to school everyone sleeps
school morning the bus goes by at the scheduled hour
fallen leaves sharp brown edges a broken bottle
deserted street what a surprise we are! yellow cat
autumn morning people appear in the mist and disappear
autumn sky red oranges and yellows on the ground as well
pale gray slivers always fleeting always fleeting the glory of daybreak
on the ground and over the cedar the red maple
evening on the already tall grass three chairs
october rain while the sun shines two butterflies
storm where the street was a river
the green garden again with no leaves colourless graffiti
the long road travelled with short steps homebound
