A Summer by the Rhône
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Those days I sleep a lot. Get bored.
Wake up. Walk along the Rhône.
Swim, paint, row.
Sleep again.
Teach myself what love is,
far from the ones before.
Let life sink in.
Trust the heat.
Dip my body into clay-green,
clear blue waters.
Windows all open.
I hear them barking, singing,
even loving out loud…
from across the narrow street
some of us call Home.
M.
05.07.26, Genève
Environnement sonore : "Quand je marche" de Camille.