A Gray Sky..A Bitter Sting.

When you press the button on your camera, the shutter is opened for a fraction of a second,
and ghostly ships are seen floating in the sky.
And sometimes images of towns, trees appear and taunt the thirsty..

The Voice by Andree Chedid

The Voice by Andree Chedid

Where is the distant voice
That speaks like my soul?

Buried beneath daylight's clamor
Gold and the seasons

Beneath groaning streets
And the ferment of cities

In my grave of care
And blond laughter

In what bare tomb must I lie
To summon the voice
That speaks like my soul?