Roc illuminates the beech forest
such major cuts
that slip tongues and taste buds
with a tangy quiver.      
 
The wind rages
by the fluidity of its hems
sagittal speech
dawn dancers.      
 
Elegant Trilogy
the arrival of the druids
by the passageway of the fountains
in dresses of adorned colors.      
 
There is no fixed gaze
on the hardware rustle
poplar foliage
than that of silence.      
 
blue hands
against your white chest
to the vain tendencies to the leveling
does not bode well
than the supple stir of souls and seasons
March in rythm comrade
of this good-natured momentum
which we will pair.      
 
 
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Leave your mark on the world
shaping the clouds in the evening
with both hands of extinct parousia
landing in the threatening storm.      
 
Coming on the path
we have calmed down the daydreams
to eat the fire of unreason
arch your back in front of hope.      
 
To whom the whispering of low embraces ?   
Whose life for a piece of bread ?   
Whose is the glittering frost of boarding ?   
it's time to keep quiet on the mountain.      
 
Exist is no longer appropriate
in these times of dry moon
close to amenities
that the chatter of the shadows frightens.      
 
To suffer from the head
knees and kidneys
make the day more becoming
at the return of the waves of yesteryear
in the melodious push
whispers of the azure
to contemplate the middle of the sky
as if he would appear.      
 
 
840

At the Fireside
the red haired bard
started to sing
the story of obstinate children.            
 
Ils étaient jeunes   
et finirent ligotés et morts   
par noyade sous le pont de Nantes   
à leur arrivée dans la vie.      
 
Since, the dawn has risen many times
and we were thrown out into the wide world
to see the lovers of the day before killing each other
at the cutlass I tell you and without lowering my eyes.      
 
Nestled in the crevice of the wall
a dog stretched yawning loudly
and his bloody mouth
revealed two unfriendly glands.       
 
glazed wisdom
trumpet nose
the sanitary mask
board the cross and the banner.      
 
Des bougies sur le rebord de la fenêtre   
marquent le retour de l'esprit   
passe-murailles des mots pour se dire.
   
Nous ramassâmes les âmes   
à pleines brassées   
sans rebrousser chemin        
en picorant les grains dorés     
des poules d'alentour 
caquetant de plaisir.      
 
 
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 The fierce torrent
 with a rustling and continuous trace
 masks the immobility of the peaks
 surrounded by silent fir trees.
  
 From the edge of the hand
 ridges and valleys
 inhale exhale nascent green
 the spruce heart of transparency.
  
 Between the gentian and the martagon lily 
 the groundhog smokes 
 with its coulis of little cries 
 the sheaf of fresh herbs.
  
 Feet packets and meal assumed
 we sprinkle with Loire wines and good words
 the roll-ball of the Drac pebbles
 under the shock of petanque balls.
  
 dew
 pearls of light offered to the frank leaves
 unfolds its iridescent breath
 of a germinal ray of grace.
   
 In his consecrated munificence
 in the manger of embraces
 at the bottom of black cast iron pots
 tumbled into the hearth of wonders
 by the geniuses of the mirror
 the garland of loud voices
 work on the sly
 at the Sans-souci establishment.
   
  
  
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      Here and there   
 would you have seen it   
 pretty wood ferret   
 the man in the mouse-gray finery.      
  
 Here and there   
 as of course   
 a day of green buds   
 they found paradise.      
  
 Here and there   
 Like nothing ever happened   
 took themselves to court   
 on the couch of principles.      
  
 Here and there   
 in return for a stroll   
 sunnamite laughter   
 have snuffed out what will be said.      
  
 Foam of good days   
 at the carnival of apostrophes   
 they hobbled on the path of fragrant herbs   
 to push in front of them the cart of offerings   
 kings and queens   
 these fifrelins with the gaillarde bagpipes   
 when it was cold outside   
 to split stone in the meadow of Lacombe.      
  
  
 836
   

Between dog and wolf
by discreet candle
give a hand
towards this thin veil.
 
Between dog and wolf
in the light of angels
it's moving over there
at the Church of Nature.
 
Between dog and wolf
without having to talk to
lick his thumb
as a carrot in May.
 
Between dog and wolf
the escape is not without injury
just a little balm
on the heart in its scars.
 
In this half-light
on the rind of the time come
go up the blunders and jeremiads
of yesteryear my sweet past nights
to sequence the good parts
of a life led
to snort and soar
on the thick mane of the clouds.
 
 
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 Untie the infamy   
 to go to worth the water   
 the complaint and the good word   
 that the gaze sharpens.      
  
 Leaving is a strange memory   
 in this place where the storm breaks   
 the bellies of the tits open   
 under the scimitar of the feather order.      
  
 Don't hold back anymore   
 on the slope of tears   
 purposely to be contaminated   
 I cherish the vigor of the abers.      
  
 A thousand words can do nothing   
 to this dangling head under the ticking   
 fear exorbits our eyes   
 without the judgment being honest.      
  
 Walk along the shores   
 bring breeze to self-determination   
 and when a flight of sea geese passes   
 the voice of the abyss is blowing 
 deaf voice for extreme lying   
 grab the star   
 at the front of the talks    
 of the eternal lover.      
  
  
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 Across the Rhine   
 there is mine of yours   
 the melodious chord   
 wandering and place.      
  
 Over the curb   
 I bit into the hearts of salamanders   
 like crunchy lingonberries   
 discoveries under the ashes.      
  
 In memory of having been   
 doubt is on the way   
 of his past escapades   
 the shadow of fate hovers.      
  
 flea in ear   
 chin hair   
 mouth-watering wonders   
 hadn't taken a name yet.      
  
 Let's not blame anymore   
 these men with weary broods
 let's be at the window   
 to collect the breath of the poulbots    
 of a sweet and sour lichen   
 exhaling to be mistaken   
 like the sound of ironed shoes   
 gouge out the eye of the marauder.      
  
  
 834 

 
 
 At the edge of the forest   
 there was common litter from the eve festivities   
 and we waited in bleachers  
 let it come.      
  
 Des pins in grand name   
 filtered the light   
 on the path already trodden   
 and we were in silence.      
  
 I stepped out of line   
 I went down the stairs   
 my torso covered with a light skin   
 and the lower body weighed down with a bundle of clothes.      
  
 Arranged before the assembly   
 to the left of the device   
 I raised my hands in front of my outstretched arms   
 by forming the cup of the offerings.      
  
 And I walked forward   
 the heart of ties stowed  
 open chest   
 saying : " It came, It's here ".      
  
 I took off a piece of clothing   
 and repeated : " It came, It's here, His "   
 and the congregation repeated after me   
 " It came, It's here ".      
  
 And I walked slowly   
 saying the sacred words and undressed   
 as my feet sank into the sand   
 I affirmed what I was.      
  
 " It came, It's here "   
 and the air was sweet   
 with a warm breeze abeam   
 and the caress of being where I am.      
  
 I was joined   
 and the assent of the group enveloped me   
 and the woman I pulled from the swamp   
 accompanied me in the joy of the great Story.      
  
 Between my fingers the text was erased   
 some signs were missing   
 to reveal the small fruits of the origins   
 these pine cones opened by the squirrel.      
  
 I was transported   
 guided and I went naked   
 so that the group mutates with the same impetus   
 in Unity with Him.      
  
 I then found myself in the large family room   
 and I rummaged in the wardrobe with the mirror   
 to take the vest of the elders   
 and I was in clogs.      
  
 And the air was sweet   
 of duty accomplished   
 the air was my blood   
 and the blood of my companions   
 Lethe rediscovered   
 my lips tasted like holy words   
 and we were at peace   
 in land of eternity.      
  
  
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 They were getting lost   
 to find each other better   
 Year One kids   
 the imprescriptible.      
  
 To remain in their midst   
 at the edge of the track   
 the hunt was sad    
 like matins in winter.      
  
 And if the accommodation of the liveliest   
 reversed the tradition   
 they were not afraid of diversity   
 that by scandalizing all comers.      
  
 Let's strengthen the contest   
 such musical instrument keys   
 gutting the wrong notes   
 of the memory litany.      
  
 Hide your heart   
 without media support   
 stealth alliances   
 where to reveal in plain sight   
 from the shadow of the future   
 slow and heavy palpation   
 the ardent obligation   
 from the approach to the wall.      
  
  
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