Get out of the waters   
 open up to the presence   
 think why be there   
 understand what is happening   
 do not confuse the feeling and what is   
 devote his life to formulating high intensity formulas. 
     
 useless servant   
 do one's duty   
 by feeding the little ones   
 protecting her babies.     
 
 Life asks for something else   
 life requires love   
 so i eat love   
 and my heart warms   
 because love is food   
 love is spirit.   
   
 Become the Servant's Servant   
 have pity on the Master who has understood nothing   
 comes the time to exceed the duty   
 get out of morality   
 change things from top to bottom   
 name pride   
 name the almighty   
 be light very light   
 in front of the rising breeze.    
 
 So,   
 come from what was   
 in order to be again   
 in the coming of what comes   
 the good in the things of the Spirit.    

        
436

 At nightfall   
 Quand le vieil océan racle les galets.   
   
 Yes I accept   
 D'être de mots démuni   
 Devant le vol ultime   
 D'avant la raison.     
 
 Stubborn walker   
 D'arbres et de pierres sèches constitué   
 La mer devant soi   
 Être vertical   
 À l'appel du dernier regard.   
         
 Not drunk   
 Juste cette douleur à la hanche   
 Stigmate du dernier combat.   
   
 I join the crumbs of the feast   
 Disposées tôt matin.   

       
435

 Over the tense   
 mount the green reason.   
   
 When the hoopoe passes   
 the memories come back.    
  
 The splash of the stream    
 reflects sovereign rating.   
   
 In the blue of the sky   
 the top cutout.     
 
 The cool morning wind   
 bend the tops of the trees.    
  
 Two fingers resting on the porthole   
 so that the dead mother may live.   
   
 The hoarse roar of the plane   
 raise the dark image.    
  
 The shutter creaks   
 you will have to get up.   
   
 Illustrious moment that the award ceremony   
 when the step is heavy to climb the stage.  

    
 431

   It's the salt that does it   
 that's what makes me   
 it's mine for yours.    
  
 Pass the fricassee of starlings   
 to the chirping of our instincts   
 a remonstrance   
 and pffft !   
 without precedence   
 raw flesh   
 grab the handle of the tool   
 to hammer the iron   
 in the eye of the cyclops.   
   
 He is angry  
 that over-saying sets ablaze   
 when the bad wind blows.    

  
433