Our home, sheltered from the world

You know, when I come back here,
The world stops.

The roads, the planes, the files,
the tensions we carry without always realizing it,
All of this remains outside, at the gate.

Here, there is nothing but silence.
the wind in the trees,
the wood I cut for the fire,
and this heat that rises gently.

My body settles.
My head is silent.
I can finally breathe.

And when you're there,
when I can lie down next to you,
to feel your presence,
watching you sleep,
I feel whole.

The world, for a moment,
Leave me in peace.

That's how I feel in our house.
A kind of shelter.
A refuge.

Our home where we become a "we" again.
Our house where, for a few days,
Nothing can touch us.