And so it is ,
 because it was not easy
 to forget the rags
 of the child built in obedience
 and formatted adult
 summoned to bend the collar
 before the yoke of social know-how .

 You lived
 you have traveled the world
 you have experienced pain
 and muteIt's
 without always being born to yourself  .

 The mimicry that made you survive
 is just a hiding place
 facing the ultimate test ,
 is just a cache
 before the drive to perpetuate the species ,
 is just a wrap
 by forcing feelings to evacuate unhappiness ,
 is just a mask
 for not being able to breathe the scent of a new age   
 is just a finger wash 
 for not being able to manipulate knowledge ,
 is just a trip
 for your desires for unfulfilled spaces ,
 is just a hoax
 for making choices
 without further supporting the creative paradox
 imposed march
 dawn towards transdisciplinarity  .

 You are frozen
 you are fossilized
 and the desert wind
 sifting through its particles
 removes carnal protections
 vibrating skeleton
 deliver to the void  
 the first song of origins  .

 There are dried up corpses
 with mysterious graphics
 that the adventurer meets
 and crunches on the travel diary ,
  small ink stains 
 sharp and whitened features
 between the tracks
 from a time elsewhere
 of another consciousness .

 It's parentheses
 staging
 de rhodomontades
 guardianship
 where no longer to belong
 object of convenience
 when there is so much to do
 we  
 subjects of the kingdom 
 in conquest of our humanity  .

 Just a gesture
 just a song to embrace the universe
 for signs of life
 unite water and fire
 under the arch of solitudes  .

 To be in spark of being
 the thrill of bites
 without the mind relaxing ,
 to be
 out of chaos
 the wonder
 we redheads ants delivered
 in the haste of our daily occupations ,
 to be absolutely responsible  .

 Then before the hoof
 does not raise the dust of a white path
 knowing how to put an end to illusions ,
 be playful
 fleeting memories
 just right ,
 be breathless
 out of breath
 and come
 waiting for us
 the light of the depths of the ages
 to the precipitate of known things
 homeless
 looking up
 assumed verticality
 the smile on the lips
 gratifying with full acceptance
 these things
 these shards
 these mists
 that no shoddy enchanter can detect  .
 Rest at the sea to caress the shore
 under a trolling sky ,
 to contemplate once again
 our chance to be mystery  
 so that it is ,
 to do 
 to undo
 along the green path
 the spool of wood ,
 jagged
 twisted elastic
 piece of dry soap
 de-sulfured match ,
 advance on the disjoint floor
 abandoned seamstress pins
 at the corner of an igneous smile .

 what is there ,
 this unexpected ,
 in a very intense way ,
 it's life before death ,
 ours
 the one who carries me ,
 impregnates me and animates me  .

 This life there ,
 eternity  .


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 Up the wall
 Hot schist picture rail
 Soft Eyed Face Glow
 with a white beard
 that the voice makes vibrate  .

 Scale of Life
 fall of the first reptile
 that the wind blows away from the path
 to pirate bugs  .

 foghorn
 during the breath of the beast
 going up the valley .

 Stamped indentation
 Avogadro's number
 whose open jacket reveals
 the heart surrounded by myrrh  .

 Smooth flight
 angels above
 chestnut and holm oak
 pillars of my house  .

 Verticalized thinking
 out of the impulsive wave
 rough scents
 fingerprints exchanged .

 just yourself
 in whom the other
 spare the tradition  .

 Sagacity
 at the risk of being
 just this reversal
 at the dawn of the day beginning .


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Pleine Lune s'est levée à l'ouest     
   
 Tomorrow morning ,   
 breakfast with friends   
 and toast of dreams       

 Puis les enfants passeront        

 In the deckchair facing the weather vane, I ate two flat peaches ,      
 the second more mature than the first  
   
 À l'est rien de nouveau  .   

     
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 All those   
 who come forward   
 coming out of the forest   
 on the edge of things said .  
    
 À celles et ceux   
 tormented by disjointed thoughts   
 the fragments of a past   
 that we can't forget .  
      
 To those   
 which by sleeve effect   
 show themselves at the windows   
 haranguing the crowd of nameless  .  
      
 It happened to me   
 gathering my luggage   
 just before leaving   
 to immobilize time  .    
   
 It happened to me   
 under the shade of a tree   
 thrown by the moon   
 to fear the cold of novelties  .  
      
 I could blow into the conch   
 and no longer holding back my desires   
 join with a heel   
 the mood of the flowery meadows  .   
     
 Then come back   
 towards those   
 customary adventures   
 join the crowd   
 top hearts   
 bar code thoughts   
 of the daily journey  .  

       
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 Amour   
 secret   
 union   
 remember   
 Wounded heart   
 laughter   
 Crescent moon   
 sun and moon   
 leave   
 on an adventure   
 burn   
 separation ripens the soul   
 voyage   
 my heart is crazy for you   
 in the mirror of your hand   
 rose thorn   
 brambles   
 do not say anything   
 I look for you from space to space .

   
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