Métaphores de Taire, Désirs de terre (Metaphors of silence, desires of earth)
I let the earth speak…
It imposed itself as a necessity.
Sometimes it folds, gathers, collapses, dents, overflows from its container,
which tears, but also straightens, emerging to the outside,
telling its story in a low voice.
It becomes a silent metaphor on the edge of words.
