Stretch a quarter of an hour of waiting from tiling to bluish fresco chalk cooled hot lips bath toothbrush somersault of reflections at the leap of the Unknowable the forger's bulbous haunts with his rough paw wall wounds nonchalant banality rustling source of graphics Fans of Dreams by a spring sun where the old-red bus brushes past me shadow and light between the dog and the rabbit of the dashboard the roar of cars immobilize the gesture parents crossing the street their babies in hand a woman pushes the pram hints of voices behind the closed windows this tendonitis at the base of the neck forces me not to back down a roaring scooter a couple walk holding arms a boy on his scooter and then silence, a few seconds Otherwise nothing The pharmacy sign flashes its green cross once the cross was red a wall painted in trompe l'oeil with the steeple of a church I go
Passers-by passing bybuy the item ,
go through the doorthen disappearthe time of a time that thickens ;
~ temptation of a key to turn .Slap ,adamant answer ,simply designated skin ,velvet tongue ,
It'sshovel of the carnival float the consonants that have happened .The manhole coverwas ,in its tar ,décation ,an indentation of gaiety on its moon face .Don't imitate him ,Do not transform his cement suit in celestial identity .Be the receptacle of his chaos .Dissent .Have the courteous gait of a chance salute .Respect his silence ,
what the tales saydon't choose .Know how to be courteous .have the word of peace .be the good one .Be the bright .Have a crooked smile behind the Venetian .And if the step hurries ,give importance only to your body which thinks .Be foot by foot the shortcut of the soul .Climb the slope ,for a fair look at the auction ,explode with beauty .It could be that your legs ,without cutting yourself off from your being ,get out of the trap of a changing space .Divine rose descended from the ceiling .To be the spirit of this lay of love .That a passerby passes ,the shadow moves ,the breath gathers the energies ,a voice points the way ." Walk between heaven and earth "226
To tell me that the child has grown well that it is eternal Like the eternal youth of the world .
From another land You came And I ask to hold you back Out of chimeras Out of the times when the force no longer prints .
You took me by the hand Without question Without certainty With just the need to live your time .
You didn't need any help To affirm your identity A dose of absolute animated you .
I had already accompanied your hesitations Your heterodoxy seemed to me inextinguishable Without assigned domain You could harm the institutions .
You could laugh at my senility Things in place you didn't care You were widening the existing gap Between the official company Of the man covered with medals Of man in the secret dungeons of the mind Working out at risk of being hurt The endorsement of false protections The Wallpasser of Stellar Chaos .
It was not the first time That there was disagreement It was all about roots Of those that the established order reinforces Of those who passed through the sieve of the crisis deserve to resurface .
You my child-apprentice Shards of the Spirit You engrave the symbolism of our relationship In the land of the Fertile Crescent You spell fasting The text of foods to come where to meet .
You knew how to read the esoteric cipher From everyday life You knew how to decipher the cry of children From among the bells of societal rhetoric .
you were arrogant But without arrogance access point to the kingdom .
You knew how to bring out the sheaf of sparks On the stone of sacrifice And wield the sword of decision Individual and collective .
Your words were simple Girded with this ability To get literature out of its ruts To spell out fundamental data .
You knew And yet Humble You invited us to detention On this land among the ruins Where to collect the immemorial humus of the devastated crypts .
You picked up what was lying You the incarnate Anxious to discover the alphabet In the palm grove of an oasis without injury .
You were embarrassed By the shackles of certainties You This storm's end light Carrying far the purpose of your trip Initiation Marker Printing on the pediment of temples tolerance .
My future My son Ma congruence my eternal child You came And hold you in rebellion To tell me casualness From this laminated era By great pain .
My strength I'm sorry able to gather The scatter of our rags At the heart of discernment .
You renew the secret of the creators Your peregrinations are the shattering injunction To be the whole being .
you the bridge You the door you the way You the necessity You knew how to find the trace To disembark by breaking and entering Unheard Origin Messenger And live between these unlikely relatives The rest of your age .
Shakes Get out of your cave And come twist my arm On the anvil of worldliness .
Be the inflexible transgression .
Libertarian wanderings .
be quick The amazed comet of summer nights .
Be the leap out of the trench Hit by a sharp arrow
Drunk from a sepulchral stupor .
And if sometimes you were the child-apprentice It was only for laughs Leaning on the curb fiery epiphany Out of the fountain's ultrablack waters .
My child of evenings spent by candlelight You are manifestation of the invisible within the visible Occurrence of between appearances Nourishing expressions of openness .
You the founder of labyrinths Drafts The white horizontality of your cries in the hold Evokes and contaminates The floating enigma Of the life of the moment Escaping the nuclear flashes of disorganization .
You have no more limits You are priceless Hairline Immaturely withdrawn into your haven of suffering Glowing indentation in narrow rationalism .
You are reason and emotion In burning letters Written on the barn door Between the bat and the rabbit's foot Your vegetable puff pastry spans the codicils .
You are the protruding belly Of these rituals Decors Agapes Where to melt the brass of our dazzling .
You got on your way You aside Clicking of your undone body You who left Moreover A little Who loses wins You are the stake of the possessed of tradition Searching for the original germ you are above all .
You are dead and reborn Spirally destined Bypassing the ordeal Offering on the altar of destinies .
I'll make good use of your fits I would know how to drink from the murmuring springs Like in the early days In my wandering comrade Steadfast thuriferous of our quest My sea conch and my highlight .
My brother My God my disappearance My eternal wound My fresh mango Under the fig tree of our expectation I will start and start again Of love and pain A fourbir The surge of joyful fraternity Of all existence O my companions .
