the abrasive herse  
 Cut the peeled head short .  
 Then grabbed the wall   
 Petrified migratory resources .  

 Pommelée d'or  
 she broke the rule  
 retaining acrylic cream  
 only a few hieratic stumps . 
 
 We couldn't stay there  
 too ,   
 dilated pupils ,  
 we went for the jugular  
 hanging pollen  
 cooperating steles  
 to the tumble  
 towards the purple of wild nights  
 of Abraham's knife .  

 Flanked by our armada  
 it happened that the ore of the origins  
 be extracted from fiery springs  
 of us vitrifications .  

 Oh shine !  
 under your hooves remains the dryness of oblivion  
 under the fur of the nights , a pale day  
 under your lip , l'inimitable esprit  
 under your pen , the Johannine bud  
 under charred minerals , the future emerged  
 under the hulled berries , the architect of breath .  

 My tear !  
 this wound where to reflect our faces   
 this peal of bells  
 reminiscent of the smoke from the pyres  
 of a cosmogony of time passé .  

 Our future ,  
 the epiphanic resin  
 resolving the wrinkles of the epidermis  
 the pas de deux   
 on the rainbow horizon  
 like a bullet piercing the Absolute   
 our spanning  
 this enigma  
 where to blend into the vision . 


 
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 She walks in broad daylight
 ductile logorrhea
 patte duveteuse
 and boiling skin
 she shades the asphalt
 of his Arc distaff .

 Enemy of perfections
 the kiss of the visitors
 blackens the frame of his door
 overwhelming cave
 où trône le Dieu
 that his profile entices .

 Termination of an infrangible substance
 she climbs meditating the hill to the three gallows
 hesitant aspect of the customs of the mind
 she hands over the lovers' saber
 in the fields of the Untouchables
 fast
 sooty
 shadow of nothingness .



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 Can't bear
 to be on holiday from the Truth
 I try
 in front of a life of mine
 not to profane
 les tendres and savvy
 manes of the song of darkness .

 I dive and rummage
 the magnificence of the cathedral night .

 I accompany the sheaves of earth and blood
 squirting out of the trenches .

 I filter and let pass
 the heavy thoughts of hope .

 I snatch from death what was not born
 and raises at the stake of circumstances
 the large rosettes of light .

 Ombre
 Progressive blindness
 Gradually I burst
 and strewn with a myriad of fragments
 the enigma of the days to come
 ultimate glare of a twilight
 on the eve of a last visit .

 outstretched hands 
 I implore the vast sky
 and fertilize our land
 ultimate impulse to come back to oneself
 eternal return of the fabulous pig
 towards the source where to be silent .



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 A contrario of the mystery of the verb
 There would be the illumination of a spiritual sun
 Spread of impulsive data
 Restored splendor of desire
 Without the sentence degrading .

 Mine is the task
 At the unexpected passage of darkness
 Eclipse of a first vision
 The enigma intervenes
 Without negligence making law .

 Fort of light
 The dark stained glass reveals its reverse side
 Martyrdom before the door of the angels
 Bury the treasures of belonging
 The transcendence of the final point swells .



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 Awareness of being cherry   
 To suffer from so much conscience   
 Smile from core to pulp   
 Give me the soul   
 radiant love   
 Coming out of this downfall   
 Sometimes suffering   
 In illusion of so many absences   
 Coagulated in the mirliton of afflictions   
 In redemption for a humiliated sadness   
 Then live forever   
 Cork oak, birth of scented skins   
 sweating   
 Traces of petrified lava   
 In the sun that pours the night   
 At the very heart of beauty   
 Meet the Soft Grass Country Bear   
 Then disappear  
 The sound part propagated in epilogue   
 Through the filter of silence .   



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 wandering thought
 down-to-earth strength
 precipitating the imperceptible 
 of the action carried out .

 Revolt of the fundamental
 to make man stronger ,
 leap of evolution ,
 right perception of love peak .

 Open the basins of the mind ,
 break the illusion ,
 crack the outline of our desires ,
 paroxysm of morals .

 No more transmission of things said ,
 we are marching towards the full era ,
 scouring the shore of ebbing seas ,
 in the footsteps of the builders .


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