This wall of hardened sand  
 of a deliquescent luminosity  
 with tangled wrinkles  
 hiding an entire town  
 and I'm at his feet  
 shadow without a body  
 registered immediately .  

 All around me  
 a desolate landscape  
 no vegetation  
 bare earth  
 split rocks  
 a flat light .  

 The troubled horizon  
 a nuance by Leonardo da Vinci  
 sans codicille  
 nothing recognizable  
 nothing knowing how to reassure the eye 
 d'avant la catastrophe .  

 I am alone  
 point of life around  
 no wind  
 a continuous hoarse breath  
 away  
 the sound of a marching crowd .  

 The beast is here  
 huge behind me  
 and I'm like annihilated  
 in front of her .  

 She puts her hand on my head  
 I have no more hair  
 his fingers on my face  
 and I no longer have a face .  

 Irradiated  
 I'm destroyed   
 and yet still alive  
 and show me at dusk  
 feeding on food scraps  
 fell from the top of the wall .  

 Have I been rejected ?  
 Am I permanently removed from the city ?  
 Won't a trap door open   
 around a rock  
 et cet être énigmatique m'enjoindra-t-il de le suivre ?  
 Je le suivrai  
 in the maze  
 illuminated by a light from nowhere .  

 Hastening the step 
 je trébucherai sur les aspérités du sol  
 afraid to lose sight of him .  
 
 a long long long time  
 we walked  
 along the renewed hills  
 non-stop  
 like waves of dunes  
 pour au détour 
 perceive the city of the elect  
 its steel enclosure  
 shining on its promontory  
 over the plain hemmed with twilight .
  
 My love !  
 do not hold back your tears, 
 cry . 
 
 " You know  
 it was time past  
 and now there is the child,
 the new being . "  


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 calmed down, open cage
 from my pocket falls the little notebook, open page .

 In the muffled of the imagination
 the day after a delayed train
 to the bravery of ideas to transmit
 at the start of a work .

 When definitely entered into rebellion
 be part of the difference
 without hurrying
 from odd job to odd job .

 And that in response
 short of breath
 enchant with conventional traces
 a handful of talkative ears .

 This implicit and distant plain
 made of hunger and exhaustion
 without taking our life plunges us into dependence .

 let's become human
 against the demons of permanence
 apt to burst in and go wild
 as soon as confidence is restored .

 In addition to confinement in excess
 on the brink of madness , dance
 boredom , nausea , the doldrums , the reiteration
 all critters dressing up the conscience .

 let's be the right thought
 by binding the named event
 its process recognized with the emotion aroused by the opening .

 Out of the tangle of crossroads
 let's avoid the sweet twilight song
 let's get out of the joke cage
 let's be the children of the long-beaked oystercatcher .


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 Tensions come  
 emotional elements  
 the concrete screed  
 crush the ear of wheat.  

 Tensions come  
 new realities  
 in the hollow of the waves  
 une mousse superbe.  

 Tensions come  
 deep inside  
 a call  
 in more ways.  

 Tensions come  
 during the cycles of nature  
 a cool cloud  
 témoigne des migrations.  

 Tensions come  
 about surrounding yourself with friends  
 is only the germ  
 poor governance.  

 Tensions come  
 when the barriers of the heart  
 cèdent et déversent  
 absurdity and indifference.  

 Welcome these tensions  
 that they take place  
 those messy horses 
 come from the styx.   
  
 Let's stretch the tablecloth  
 on the festive table  
 let's crown real economic instruments  
 the productive swarm.
  
 Let's be the wick  
 of meeting each other  
 in wisdom  
 let's be the ledger of continuities.  

 let's be the call  
 open eyes  
 the impossible became possible 
 the marriage of our deep dispositions.  

 Let's be traces and light  
 in achieving our goals  
 the fair quota available  
 à notre vie quotidienne.  


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 My body crumbles as   
 patches of light   
 erasing the end of the course.   
   
 I believe in the tricks of the immaterial    
 I stay.      

 I reap a trot-menu   
 nuts , almonds and berries   
 in the forests of the mind. 
    
 I welcome smiles and moving lips   
 I make tender encounters   
 a necklace that can be seen at night around the neck.   
   
 I cut the grass and the fire   
 with a caress of heart and soul   
 the marvel in pendant   
 I calm the untimely   
 and feed the vultures.   
   
 I am concerned by a filiation   
 me the link between the banks   
 I observe the inconceivable oblivion   
 paradoxes and myths.  
    
 My life is ability to believe   
 in the higher being   
 without the day joining.   
   
 Before the timorous thoughts   
 I propose radical subversion   
 in singular intimacy with the persecuted.   
   
 There is no relevant message   
 that referred to his free decision   
 as long as the deminer operates.    
  
 The Sunday market is no longer open   
 discounted stalls    
 between cauliflower stalks   
 remains the living water of cleansing.  
      
 The page is turned   
 carefully we climb   
 early morning    
 Sun brother   
 in the sheaf of instincts   
 towards the bright brilliance of metamorphosis. 

     
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 Went away
 the songs of our grandmothers
 at sterile limits there is only the limit
 out of the low works of dereliction
 even a dog would find no fault .

 He advances and crosses
 moving slot in front of the path 
 who scrolls
 illusory projection of the showers
 of the why of infinity .
 
Hidden in the shadows
 a future person
 according to the inexorable
 busy and buzzing with life
 is provided hollow under the eyes .

 She powders and assumes herself
 hammer of the desire for possession
 bumping the appetizer
 with tragic lucidity
 to the chariot of humanity  .


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   Tongues lick the foreshore
 the clouds propose life disposes 
 in the hollow of the sad waves
 sound the fog horn .

 Red string around dead pig's neck
 spin parade
 the boors the belching the monsters
 rebels in mind .

 Amateurs of a désopilant chant
 they organize the random affliction of the estaminets
 terror mounts on the altar of abuse
 those from elsewhere the purveyors of nausea .

 Singing the surrender of thought
 they go they come
 young people with exquisite corpses
 the lawless to the forced faith .

 Pass the woman with the offered face
 the living outside the cloisters 
 stretching out with her pleading hands
 the eye of an afflicted sun .

 Let's not mince our words
 let's be strong supporters
 so that in the rills of blood
 followed by green energy .

 Go out early morning
 the rats of our cities
 the hesitant fireflies
 of our deserted streets .

 The time against the nerves touches
 with sustained attention
 the offenses experienced
 in the swamp of compromise .

 Stand up
 emit the limping sound of poor people
 the damned to the toothless 
 that black gold despairs .

 Be the verb on the communal desk
 warm yourself to the wood of murderous sentences
 save your games and your ointments
 come out into the open and say the man is great .

 Invective the remains
 be the gall of the lords of the mind
 dig the grave of those who have taken form
 pass your way in front of the illusion .

 And comes back to tell us
 that life is desire
 on a guitar tune
 lovesick lily of the valley on the reverse .

 So that the paper boat sails
 at the Tuileries basin
 one evening in december
 on the ocean of truths .

 child that we are
 child that we were
 for our forever children
 let's be the salt and honey of the earth .


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      The light in a satin dress  
 quivering flowers  
 consumes with small jets of mist  
 the ending dizziness of an autumn day .  

 The page turned  
 reflected in the marble of the past  
 the worry too times blessed  
 of a failure to forget .  

 Emerges the hollow of the dry palms  
 in gentle caresses   
 on the rough of the tree  
 uncovered chest  
 exploded from a parasol  
 converging with the winds  
 towards the dawn of hemmed rice .  

 He is great tits  
 with crackling chirps  
 without the curtain rising   
 wedding party float .  

 All romance is a rare pearl  
 all smiles in the grip of a ray of sunshine   
 retires at night  
 to the cry of the midwife toad .  

 Minuet of scattered roses  
 the shells snort  
 of tender processions  
 to consummated ecstasies .  


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 ebb of the sea   
 before a last jump   
 the concrete is cracking   
 crack the veins of glass   
 under the salty claw   
 the fittings groan   
 the marram grass wanders   
 what sailors say   
 in the distant times of Newfoundland   
 bites of a tenacious cold   
 the wind tears the trees   
 sludge fills the ditches   
 the barges rise   
 buoys fly   
 in sprays of foam   
 along the foreshore   
 the waves slam the seawall   
 the heddles rattle   
 the sand fills every hole   
 the sky is hustle and bustle   
 in this feint of thrust   
 seagulls pirouette   
 deep in the blockhouse   
 nausea on the lips   
 a shout   
 unheard of   
 of silence   
 the hours are soap bubbles   
 frantic cavalcade   
 the horses prance   
 the pebbles are crumbling   
 overhanging the railing   
 correcting with the stroke of a pen   
 the eye of memories   
 the shadow is surfacing   
 the hollows fill with their slime hickeys   
 the flowerbeds of the beach   
 earth cracks are born   
 fangs of the beast   
 scarlet in its excess   
 curled up and unloved   
 dirty and pent up   
 rebellious and angry   
 exposed to the four winds   
 being nothing but breath   
 a carrion   
 the wound offered   
 on the edge of the bocage   
 with fossil veins   
 roll the drums   
 crack the fireflies   
 under the heel    
 bulwark against the collapsed bitumen   
 bitterness   
 black and white alternations   
 in self capture   
 The death in the soul .   

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