Don't be the "bravo"
 who braves the silence
 be the dry root
 the thirsty moss
 the stunted mushroom
 be the welcome
 for free soup
 lentils and bacon
 be an outstretched hand .

 be the man
 the little
 ready to live
 women's dance
 our initiators in love
 future amulets
 tender sowing
 on the sides of the green hills
 a hot wind
 fricassee of stars
 under a shared moon
 we strays
 the heart eaters
 lively in captivating remonstrance
 bad in hope
 the falconers of beauty .


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 Do not avoid
 the fangs of reason
 planted on the saddle of known things
 wound fractal
 according to the things said .

 The Divergence
 flexible scoundrel
 from among the reeds of avoidance
 gather the empty hulls of the feast .

 A grain of rice
 can feed
 the gendarmes of disenchantment .

 Du bol
 the enslaved multitude
 will be thrown away
 on the crowned ones of the assumed marriage .

 Evider ,
 make the hollow under the eyes
 of the recognized demiurge ,
 excavate with a crowbar ,
 at the Barabas ,
 the alcoves of oblivion ,
 to assemble, then dance
 An evidence
 between matter and spirit
 along the clear gulfs
 the truth appeared .

 And how many things happened in this ignorance 
 God
 ten eyes of wonder .

 The Framework of Embeddings of Logic . 

 The vanishing point
 where everything comes from and everything converges .

 The roof of the hovels of man
 building itself .

 The hands of encounter
 in the early morning mischievous
 from " Hello how are you  ?" .

 The wound to lick
 convergence of the algae with the tongue
  sea ​​and land combined .

 black licorice
 root fire
 obligations of a discipline .

 The harsh screeching
 calame on dry clay .

 The hollow of dreams
 in tender lead
 under the shaman's amulet .

 The Rainbow
 childhood coloring pages
 in search of recognition .

 The lifting of the gaze
 to intense skies
 to the skull of the ultimate .

 Absence d'explication ... Presence body ...
 God , this evidence . 

 ( photo by Francois Berger ) 

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 Shouts
 the call of honey words
 the ultimate as a rock
 on which to ring .

 The dry snap of the storm
 unpin his water basins
 at the caravanserai of encounters .

 Women 
 in high passageway 
 the music look 
 feet in the hard granite .

 They were singing
 guttural clamor
 rise of desires
 drawing protective wolf energy
 under the heap of dead leaves .

 Trance in the undergrowth
 the trumpets picked up the defeats of the night
 curled up beaten dogs
 in the face of things said in a hurry .

 He invented the round dance 
 The infinite spurred light
 at the front of the cart
 wobbly legs
 at the gates of the temple .

 My soul
 raised with a slight wave of the hand
 plumb with an evening joy
 towards the flight of oblivion .

 The smiles line up
 the nods
 under the stage hangers
 without applause
 to just silence in itself
 vermilion seashell
 held by breath .

 We set off
 before the unknowable
 looking for the key to the city
 from level to level
 like to be there
 the heart celebrates
 in improbable crevices .

 The green man came out of the woods
 the hair lichen
 the dragon breath
 the flexible look
 the camera at arm's length .

 It was enough ...
 and yet
 the clothes no longer covered us
 the pout on the lips
 eyes pitted with fiery splinters
 the outline of our suggestions
 at breaking point
 the horses belched
 There was so much to do
 the sand flowed from the spread of the fingers
 a small heap formed
 we put our hope in it
 our joy
 our very pain
 at the arrival of a child making a castle by the sea
 in ebb of truths .

 The ultimate in a snap
 broke the moorings with the illusion .

 Everything collapsed
 there was to live .


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 Adorned with their flamboyant shields
 the knights of Elianthe landed
 of colored vapors of perfumed essences
 the powerful breath
 the flexible amble
 capturing with their hooves
 the energy of things covered .

 Weapons Click Point
 no fierce faces
 point of medieval accoutrement .

 Just a light breeze
 puffing out the tulle veil
 at the chapter entrance .

 Asked who was there
 of the order of ceremonies
 from the depths of secret things
 from the light mist of the eyes
 of the demand of the forgotten of life .

 The steeds reared up
 in front of the inter-living platform
 finely threaded
 laughing skewer
 passing travelers
 haves of grave icon blessing .

 flowers and words
 laughter and black eyes
 the human cohort of broken hearts
 was shaking
 light marouflage on our mother earth
 twirls dances in wide dresses
 music made and unmade
 the established order of things .

 We were entering the night of the soul .


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 ( painting by Elianthe Dautais )