Yes , ensemble
tell yourself how life is
just there in front of you
between astonishment and seriousness
depth and lightness
muted or bright
as it comes
in his heart
to be close to oneself .
Yes , ensemble
on earth , to walk
of flesh and spirit ,
to get up in the morning
go to bed at night
participate in the rehearsal of sacred songs
read a few pages of poetry
escape with beautiful thoughts
give the cat its mash without forgetting its medication
watch the weather
take a few steps with your nose in the wind
watch nature unfold
see if the bird feeder is provided
have breakfast for two
support the other in his word
exchange to push further
reflection on the things of life
then meditate
take in the trash
pick up the mail
tell each other what we are going to do today
shopping at the Intermarché , at Botanic , at the butcher's ,
thinking about phone calls
" I'll have to go to the hairdresser " .
Take care of your body ,
of this migraine headache ,
veil before the eye ,
of these teeth of Cadmus
with these Dupuytren hands ,
of this clogged basin ,
of these operated legs .
Yes , ensemble
go down like you to the sea
occupational burdens fade
no one is essential
to be disengaged professionally
the pre square becomes essential
bloom pictures
armfuls of ideas converge
from which emerge arrangements
frames in which to place the works
en déconstruction et construction de là où on est
the quest for the meaning of things becomes clearer
daydream ,
sweet and dazzling emotions
rise from the belly and from the heart ,
obliged that I am to tend towards the great Mystery .
Yes , ensemble
bow out
graph on paper
words of blood , witticisms
in the little notebook
to today's page
to the new day
fresh lunations still await
like an eternity offered
far above oneself
but visible in foggy weather
between dog and wolf
when the flame is reflected deep in the soul
my friend , my heart , my unreason , my deference ,
my stealth , my wonderful escape ,
the offering made
at dawn
with a tenderness to promote.
Yes , ensemble
there are these memories , especially those of childhood
jumble of a bygone past
and which nevertheless stick to our coattails
huge conglomeration of traces
that organize
with small rises of bile
the intelligible nostalgia of the watchman .
Yes , ensemble
and then so many things , encore ,
to turn around in all directions
à faire lever la poussière de notre espace ,
hell before the letter ,
to fix the strong geodetic points ,
benchmarks for future generations ,
not to miss the target of relevance .
In front of me the land becomes arid
the beeches and oaks of our forests
gave way to a few thorny bushes
the sand penetrates the crevices of our towers of Babel .
With my hands , my voice , my look
I write your name
you the Future Coming
toi , Freedom , Light and Death
Night and day .
I eat the last fruits
those red berries , black , yellow and green
I live like a harlequin the colors of love
I am amazed by the passage
from night to day
and from day to night
especially in kind , in cool weather
when in the morning
the sun is rising , pushing back his sheets of honey
to ignite the entire celestial vault
clamor for more than self
at the edge of space
of the accomplished
and then there is the rain
this brand new rain after drought
that awakens sleeping fragrances
et fouette le visage d'un éventail d'odeurs
promise of incredible encounters .
Yes , ensemble
walking
on the plateau beaten by the westerly winds
I stop and go back when I want
due to leg pain
according to a wound on a trunk of the ash tree
the high branches dancing in a breath
with vigorous scents .
Yes , ensemble
it's a semaphore
with shell flowers
than the eyes of nothingness
perceive
immense momentum of the eternal waves
striking relentlessly
the rocks of the future
and the thin barriers
all around this object so soft
that we push
in front of you and behind you
on all sides at once
in order and in disorder
life
Sa Vie
this gap from beginning to beginning ,
this melting pot of opportunities ,
this dawn call ,
Yes , but together .
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