Nancy -Toorak ; notre exil…

Birregurra; suspended time

Cam000081 To Merl

Suspended time,

It is very strange indeed to feel the same thing at the same moment in spite of the twenty four hours flying, the five oceans, the three months sealing and the  opposite seasons between us…

One day, amongst thousands…

I dialled one number, amongst hundreds, since we know each other…

At that moment, I could recognise the particular sound of the australian telephone resonance , a dear sonata; a low, low sound, going two by two…

« HeLLOOoo »

It was Ken, on the phone, with his friendly way, as if he was saying  “come in”   to any one living next door ….

But I was in France and you were at your yakura and mutyu s’ house…

I nearly could touch the silence around you..

Immobile hours…

Immuable southern cross above your heads, with the whole lot of you, going to a stars party…

I heard your brother saying

 » we are just in the middle of no where,

surrounded by a deserted immensity

and France is on the line…

Undreamed  and invisible time …

An indefinable charm remains somewhere in the air between us .

 Brigitte.

Tout est d’abord rêvé.(G. Trolliet)      

                                                                                          

                                                                                        

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