blog de maraki

for my son Michaël: un vase renversé avec ses roses devant ta sublime photo priméé. Et puis cette poésie de Tiannis Ritsos qu'hélas je lis en Anglais!
Summer
He walked from one end of the bech to the other, bright in the glory of the sun
and his youth? - that's how I remember you Michaël -
Every so often he'd jump in the sea
making his skin shine - gold, the colour of clay. Whispers of admiration followed him,
from men & women. a few feet behind I was watching him playing in the sun happy in my devout concentration: You my son..