Un jour, une image, une histoire et autres bricolages d'un promeneur solitaire.
Timidité
(Hendaye, 7h 50)
La houle est timide ce matin
timides aussi les nuages au dessus
timide le pas du vieillard sur la jetée
tandis que l’oiseau chante
et n’en fait qu’à sa tête
Wow-- you captured the beach in the early morning light beautifully. Sometimes I wonder what it must be like to live in a place like that-- beautiful, not a lot of people, and the mingling of French, Spanish, and Basque cultures.
Wow-- you captured the beach in the early morning light beautifully. Sometimes I wonder what it must be like to live in a place like that-- beautiful, not a lot of people, and the mingling of French, Spanish, and Basque cultures.
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