Mist frosts the fir trees accompanied by the requiem of passing days fearsome antiphon .
Boogeyman Joy freezing fingertips that had to be warmed up against the salamander of that sharp pain that assaulted you just before class resumed . Antenna spike to life the waves in savagery above the white waves frosted cream under a winter sun by a cold without appeal .
A padlock cold closed and hung on the bridge of memories the day after crossing the Pont des Arts lift the heart of dead loves transfiguration of emotions marching towards the Tuileries of the just order the packet of leaflets in the bag for hand to hand walk the talk and dress the bare marbles of the park with paper on the abscissa of this trajectory from moire to victory curved hope of tomorrows that sing .
Redacted from among the moss inoculated by its memory dendrites out of denial the mystery watches darts and reflects the occupation of the place guttural and festive swigs of these encounters at nightfall on the doorstep of these romances too soon said then forgotten early morning idle in the passage of the garbage cans sage set up after party forms and impulses in the sheath wait for better days that arise again outstretched hands the discreet smiles surprise invitations and hear oneself say how beautiful life is when the linen is hung to mistake innocent wink swapped between two sheets cascades of laughter in the middle of the sunny sails angel wings brushing the morning freshness just a thrill to hold back just the oblation to collect the heat in the cheeks without brake burst the bud with a silky smooth kiss for God's sake small apple gray api small apple d'api d'api rouge .
Quickly done well done the visit to my silent old friend afflicted with a thaw its stained glass windows calm color butterflies eyelids folded under their sly eyebrows of made-up whiteness .
The ship is docked no movement disturbs its tranquility the war memorial stands guard the fountain coos, a rare and joyful pearl to play hide and seek embedded in the droppings of the snow bow .
The red car parks windshield wipers stop moving the doors open and slam men in rubber boots and caps come out hands in the pockets of their baggy trousers they disappear .
Then reappear and enter the cafe an extended deca-cream and a natural not a bock sounds of furious animals exalt the percolating fulminant .
" Is the commercial vibe back in Orcival ? " " In Besse there was the Andros trophy and the Saint Cochon " " Superbness knows no crisis " .
The spoon taps the cup it's because of a hummingbird which opened and then closed sometimes come here for a walk .
Coexisting tar and snow in semi-spherical dicots the births came quickly under the auspicious lunation .
Tar and snow shimmering dirt the plain is hooded without filtering the gaze .
Tar and snow dependent neither on Eve nor on Adam the soles left their imprints on the senescent livery of the mists .
Tar and snow weaned from the sun stowed the mainsail to gird with a stole the fair weather walker busy shoveling in front of his door while the screaming burle tortured trees and poles .
Asphalt and snow swoon as the thaw letting go ice stalactites coming to explode at the foot of the walls codicil enjoining me to continue the quest .
Were they enslaved exploits the elegant exegetes from the parole divine ?
They would have in the company of the rankless occupied the promised space to bigger than them.
Sorry to go to ground under the rubble of time we could have accompanied their attempts to bring in goodness in this place of garrison.
Clean shaven jaws clenched the Cerberus held their advantage without a shadow of a doubt don't make your eyes shiver laid immobile and dense on the horizon of afflictions.
These musical notes enchanted by letting go of things said in the event of a blast furnace rebellion on the sly of the alcohol absorbed a dry song whispered by a head voice in the whirl of the calabashes stirred by the dark hands of unreason. There was was engraved on the coping a thrown cross out of the prison of numbness , sigh , a glance , an invitation simply obvious that I will obey finger covered in ashes in holy application on the front .
In default of armor , through the prison window , there was the one i'm not looking for , the one who escapes and retains , the other .
sit beside and tell me the true words, those of life simple and close life, describe what is, be the faithful mirror, do not invent anything, do not omit the banal and the unsightly .
Let the clock run which counts the missing seconds .
closer still feel the heat of our two bodies .
Don't blink at the emotion that comes to you pick what is offered, appreciate and don't expect anything special .
Be there, lively parenthesis out of habit at the end of a long sentence like a breath that would become eternal .
Be what happens between us, between you and me, be you erect the princely canopy of the meeting between what you are and what surrounds you .
catches the song of angels, country garland above our heads slowly ascending towards the foliage of the trees to the cries of crows reflected in the calm waters of the canal a cool summer evening along the towpath .
The child who came some months later, the beautiful child, prolonged us far beyond us overall to what was to come .
almond almondse pavanaitas the breathless swellsthat we perceiveunder the disjointed floorof our emotional encounter.She showed great courageet mettait du cœur à l'ouvragedusting on the flythe flight of wild geesesugar kissesunder the eiderdown of swigs of mistas we progressabove the swampfeigned hostilitiesto wipe his wet index fingerin beard hairnear the corner of the lipsof a setting sunfuneral orationpour un hivervictim of rigorseasonal buttoningstrict frock coat . 112
Don't hit the table, caress the warm fur coat left on the radiator . Put water in your wine without whipped cream on the neck of so many years untangling yours from mine, defer the strangulation of remonstrances . Firm footing the seracs of sagittal evolution hitting the break-in target committed on the saddle of beauty for hickeys of peace placed on the shoulder hear say, by the way, Like nothing ever happened, that tomorrow, it may be too late . 111
will have arisen like seamstress ants in their ceans of unloved ones all in countenance and yet so stirred in their remembrance to weave at night the renewal of the day that is dawning .
Hadn't they eaten their white bread when still young they announced the big business of their life ?
First of all " Open their dreams " on the slope of propriety slowly ascending to more to take on this earth .
Then " Curiosity ", to build oneself by opening the doors without foreseeing the future in Negrepelisse kingdom of the small wise beings in their necrophiliac mustaches quicker to go out of fashion to do what there is to do .
After that "Go see what's behind" in order to feed starving romanian children western luxuries more apt to remain amazed in front of the poplar blossom what to do the watchman at the corner of the building .
Pour " Look at the disciplines around us " in order to increase their knowledge history of being ready for the exchange with the neighbor crazy seekers of the unspeakable of a rising sun all in discretion on the vermilion lip of a wakeful smile .
And to have " A broad mind while digging into his specialty " because all research requires planting off the beaten track novelty sensor antennas eternal singles in search of a marriage only at any age we pride ourselves as with regret d'originer before any elevation of the soul .
At last " Work in groups " because it is in the friction of beings than the fossil energy produced by the injury lost souls allow formulating wisdom simplicity path menu needed to the disappearance of derelicts .
May the traces of the wolf in the forest hire light the momentum of life towards the beautiful summer of our upcoming meetings and louve .
