A mountain circus
 with the unfolding of its history in front of you .

 From perplexity to dismay
 remains the vague to the soul .

 A melee disease
 with evasion
 this habit of not seeing anything .

 The tall pines inaccessible to a chainsaw
 graft musk from mouflons
 on the path traveled 
 of a bituminous morning .

 I know healing is not easy ,
 that to cure the evil by the source
 is strewn with pitfalls .

 We run the risk of postponing gross mistakes
 to reveal more insidious ones .

 There are prospects without a way out
 that the charm of a wandering idea seduces ,
 and makes it suitable for the researcher's consumption 
 more apt to pick the flower than to let it grow.
 
 The palm of my hand conceals in 
those days of mourning
 today's dew pearls ;
 transformation where the drops of water splash 
on the shepherd's houppelande .

 Access the limitlessness of his vision
 forces you to stop before your own limits .

 It is better to look for its flaws
 with small strokes of silky intelligence
 than to explode the padlock 
 invisible things ,
 which will be eternally veiled .

 The unmaking of a bed is reflected in a trailing sky ,
 backwards from worldly pleasures .

 On the pebble path , of plants 
 and puddles of water mixed together ;
 in the generous freshness of the undergrowth ,
 j'avançai  ...
 when suddenly branches cracked ,
 stones rolled ,
 time stammered ,
 a smell of wet grease arose ;
 the bear was running down the slope ...
 fleeing like a rampaging bulldozer 
 a cornfield .
 I was stuck in receivership .

 The seducer of the Invisible was giving birth
 what remained of his intention .

 Then passed the imps of pride, 
 envy, greed ,
 then that of the secret desire to be part 
powerful , 
 then again that of the will 
 to be recognized , to dominate ,
 to talk about subtle knowledge 
 and high ,
 in order to be able to transmit 
 our accumulated knowledge , to whom it May concern , 
 our blinded children .

 The procession never ended ,
 the moans of hurt people
 bent under their torn clothes
 came from the four corners of the forest
 to the body and the blood of regeneration .

 One and ultimate vision .

 Mourn our ancestors
 in the hollow of extinct memories .

 The apocalyptic breath
 tear down the temples .

 The soup of origins
 aggregates agreements in a prime way 
light music .

 New shape of atoms 
in their bath of light .

 The Truth is beyond yourself .
 She is waiting ,
 unheard of in principle ,
 and she's the one who guides you .


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Say what the friend says   
my ally of fears and rebellions   
Souffle   
lips to lips    
speech bubble   
shows her generous hands   
the  doors that open .   

Don't be surprised   
it's day   
the birds sizzle under the rising sun   
no one else can give up   
this nourishing flight   
out of yourself .   

Let the sap rise   
from the depths of your roots   
exchange the cup of wine until drunkenness   
delivering us from reason . 
  
Grab the talisman   
no questions asked   
tighten your fingers   
on the neck of the demon   
without taking your eyes off him .   

Ain't that space   
among beings   
space for traveling souls   
that everything ephemeral   
requires 
to whom smiles 
the heart-cry of the hummingbird .   


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 A Beaumont on a blond pony
 I spelled your name
 my sister of tumultuous waters
 greened up under the luminous line
 vertigo climbs .

 Transient variant
 on the piano of the halos
 your dream and your snow mixed up
 with the disguised edges of our ancestors
 made me proud on the bitter waves .

 Maternal leaves
 deceitful era
 you exhausted
 in slow caresses
 on a pile of stamped carcasses .

 Cry my flower
 breathe silence
 on the crepe of our wounds
 the future as a reflection
 my love
 My strength
 my humility .


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 Words under the gaze of closed stalls   
 like swallows on a starting line   
 silence of the man who stands at the limits of the territory   
 uttering illusory mirages   
 bravado messages   
 collusion with the desert .   

 The words   
 these transmitting envelopes   
 these war organs   
 about to become shadows of light   
 are the hollow of a valley for the child curled up in pain .  
 
 Words speak the meaning   
 in awakened hearts   
 that time scatter    
 for   
 sunny days   
 destroy outer idols .   

 Words of peace   
 are the seed of the tree of our expectations   
 whose branches rise to the sky of the soul   
 those arms that my nights call   
 in my disposition to receive you    
 intimate deep inside me . 
  
 O you my friend my secret   
 what signs have I gathered   
 for you   
 made of soft wax, of putrescible matter, of enamored rage   
 to bleed the clouds of doubt   
 O my friend   
 they were wise words   
 a great mystery that has become a well of science    
 the calm contemplation of finitude .   


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   It's a secret   
 to the steps of illusion   
 in the crystal shadow of a spring   
 oblique wandering   
 that no angel or devil could alter   
 immemorial memory   
 outside the walls   
 collegialities of fear .   

 Sincerity ,   
 a flight towards oneself ,   
 a flight to the real ,   
 the truth of grace   
 not seeking embellishment   
 in a counter-current energy .   

 The source in the heart of darkness is truth .   
 Let's unload the images of oneself with full dumpsters ,   
 let's wake up the strange spectacle   
 of man initiated by his shadow .  
 
 To the waters of the spirit no habituation ,   
 nothing but the vestiges of ancient wisdom    
 at the dawn of beginnings .   

 In the farandole of illusions remains the core of the origins .   
 Turn without haste   
 the grindstone of the mind   
 collide with oneself   
 and go on a trip ,   
 out of the veil   
 towards the doors    
 where man would no longer live by his image . 
  
 Loving creatures outside of oneself . 
  
 Articulate the truth with the heart .   

 Your soul will no longer be divided ,   
 works and words forming the unique .   

 Outside the shadow theater   
 life is not a show ,   
 she is adventure   
 to the one who comes out of the cyclops cave .  
 
 The secret of sincerity breathes   
 life in works and forms .  
 

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