I knew I was close to 40
An inner landscape, a call without reproach
A coastline, a levitating spring
A renaissance without a vanishing point
The little girl refuses to grow up. She takes refuge in the arms of the past, on the patched raft, in her flying suitcase, her travelling home. She whispers an innocent dialogue over and over to herself and delays bedtime.
Midlife with its long truce
Moving forward on the footprint of my dreams
A waxing moon with a familiar relief
Illuminates the isolation that was announced to me
They come for me, they want to take me, to erase my memory and reprogram me. I don't want to join the ranks or the orders. A battlefield. I hold my breath to stay under the echo of the water.
Midlife, my sidekick
Sows divisions, pairs and sequences
We dance uncovered in front of the mirror
We still have the bottom of the drawer
I hide in the wardrobe, buried under the fabrics of my childhood. No one will find me here. Not even the magician, the man in black, the dog.
Quarantine to deconstruct
Seeing differently, not running away
Quarantine, a rite of passage
A new rhythm, a new age
I decorate myself with chrysanthemums, I cheat death by staging, I rush and then I slow down, I peel off the bread like a rosary in my hands.
Midlife turns me back on
I take my breath, my era, my pen
I take the time to weave the ivy
That stretch and twist like my mane
Give me this last dance, before you go. A pas de deux, a farewell, I will emerge victorious.
The plain off the quarantine
I am serene, I am a mermaid
Captain of my epic ship
Conquering my future
Mouse, mouse, get out of your nest, cross the sea, cross the borders, keep only your heart in motion. For the before, for the after, for those you are. You will not get lost in the maze of your mind.
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