Poetry

Mes petits poésies éphémère, little poems, handwritten on paper, that I leave in public spaces. They will blow away with the wind, be put in the bin, or maybe someone finds and cherishes them. They are fleeting. And will be coined. Paris Poetry is the Paris chapter. This is a collection in development. This is retrospectively appointed as number 1 in the series. Left in the Paris metro station Concorde in December 2024

Mes petits poésies éphémère, little poems, handwritten on paper, that I leave in public spaces. They will blow away with the wind, be put in the bin, or maybe someone finds and cherishes them. They are fleeting. And will be coined. Paris Poetry is the Paris chapter. This is a collection in development. This is retrospectively appointed as number 1 in the series. Left in the Paris metro station Concorde in December 2024

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