Accordian and red beret

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Accordian and red beret

Last night in the Métro at Strasbourg St. Denis, an accordian captured me in transit.
I was dolloped by the lateral movement of wind making song in the tunnel.
Or was it song riding on wind?
For a moment, the world rose and fell there, almost mournful, almost buoyant, between the arms of a man on a folding chair wearing a red beret.

By | 2017-04-04T06:58:16+01:00 janvier 26th, 2012|Textes|1 Comment

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Enseignante Zen et poète, Sensei Amy “Tu es cela” Hollowell est née et a grandi à Minneapolis, aux Etats-Unis. Arrivée en France en 1981 pour étudier la littérature et l’histoire, elle y est restée, s’installant à Paris, où elle élève ses deux enfants et gagne sa vie en tant que journaliste. The Zen teacher and poet Amy “Tu es cela” Hollowell Sensei was born and raised in Minneapolis, but came to France in 1981 to study literature and history and has lived in Paris ever since, raising her two children and making a living as a journalist.

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  1. Tiago 28 janvier 2012 at 13 h 28 min - Reply

    I’m very often taken by sounds, songs, the wind… and each time I remember that question – is the flag or the wind that is moving?

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