First test of a quick response
1) I am too pressed. This action was right to me, and the return was swift. In short, or in two words, it was insured.
2) I wanted to put reproductions of the paintings that served me for writing.
But my hard disk is a strange amalgam of well archived files and of duplicate or incomplete files. Images, I don't remember where I had put.
Texts old. I had time to change my computer in the meantime and it is already wonderful to find them again.
These are my first haiku, and I realize that I didn't even explained this type of poetry.
A rhythm of 5-7-5. Cadence as a quick breath. A snapshot. Traditional Japanese poetry.
It's this manner of beginning.
Short answer ... I'll be still as storm. I'll of course have to enter a bit more in the heart of the matter.
The haikus about Twombly's paintings would be a story full of suspense?
