Stories of women, remote women in time and space: grandmothers and grandmothers: from Isabeau to Marie and also Lyan, momentary furtive.
Stories to be, appear and disappear.
Stories of lives crumpled, undone and patched up:
busts out of worn cloth and portraits black of ink.
Pearls of paper to look, shirts and ornaments to cover themselves and discover, hide for better showing itself.
I do not know you… or if little.
But I name you: Isabeau, Francoise, Jeanne, Antoinette, Nanon, Catherine, Anne, Elisa, Marie…
I do not forget you.
© 2024 Nandre | Le blanc est une couleur vérité, elle suggère les non-dits, l’éphémère, la mémoire. Elle est un silence provisoire, la lumière où se reflète le monde.
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