The thunder came from the North,
we could hear it a long time before it was here,
it stood over Ksamil at 13h,
with the first rain in 2O days,
followed the sea-side directed by the shape of the chain of these mountains
and then turned to South-East in the lands.
Strange this electric quite,
diffuse and long lasting thunder
like a never-starting one.
It was hearable almost 2 hours
before, perceptible in the air as threating,
and then still, a big 1.5 hour after it was gone.
The sky remained cloudy
and sometimes a bit rainy,
but it really lasted over Ksamil
less than 1O min,
thunder bursting only once in a while,
never completly starting,
sometimes suddenly loud and close,
then silent as gone. Antigone by the sea.
It once smelled hot iron
as if it had hit some very close mast.
This sky, clement. Mercyfol ?
Sans criée gare, ou port. Sans cri égard.
Nothing like Paris thunders, nor plains ones,
neither like thunders that occur in the mountains, or like Istanbul thunders
I once had seen,
from the Prince's islands.
I guess Greek thunders looking can explain,
among other natural events happening here
- not like devastating, but gently -
how so many mythologies are born
in this part of Europe
that got famous and commented,
amplified and documented.
Then Denis and his son came and brought me beer ans food.
Seven hours later, it's still moaning, far in the East, South-East. Thunders throat.