Critical, creative and digital writingEcriture critique, créative et numérique

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05 2010  


After the drought, the rain has fallen, Causing mental phenomena to happen. My inner landscape was flooded, My whole being overcoded. Those rivers of watery feelings Trod upon the abyss of my being, Reshaping my ideas, my vision Of the world, and guiding my decision. After the flood, the sun has risen, The light has freed me from a prison Of memories, of pain and suffering, Of past paths bothering my thinking. I greet you warmly, rivers of light, For you create new lines of sight: I sense a future with you at my side Holding my hand as a beautiful bride.