Sail in white waters   
 spray with reason   
 wasteland. 
  
 stone to stone   
 climb the walls   
 of the House.  
 
 Follow the irrigating grass   
 against the crop garden   
 this paginated haven.   

 Dig the bottom of the field   
 and go up the earth   
 for more humus.   

 Denerve the wild paths   
 for free passage   
 se mouvoir entre taillis et buissons.   

 Resorting to children's babble   
 go back   
 in Wonderland. 
  
 Sit closer to the ground   
 inflate your lungs with a good smell   
 and look up to a trolling sky.  
 
 There on the way   
 the grandfather returns from a walk   
 hands crossed behind the back.  
 
 L'alouette  lulu 
 fixera un matin de fête   
 les lampées de brume.   

 Turns around in passing   
 the white form   
 of a close conniving friend.   

 can be counted on the fingers   
 the days after the sentence   
 de salissures énuméres.   

 Seeded with dreams   
 l'homme de poésie   
 signs his presence with a silence.   
 
Touch the cheek of a baby moon   
 at rest eyes wide open   
 sucking lips. 
  
 winter branch   
 by its glossy buds   
provoque le printemps.  
 
 And if laziness obliges   
 the stupid dew   
 reflects the beholder.   

 come   
 le grand-frère est arrivé   
 where to lay your head.   


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 I am the shadow warrior   
 and the bitter wave won't make me break the oath.    

 Quant " Il " came and hit me from behind   
 la voie lactée s'enroula d'une écharpe dernière.

 I arouse   
 recurrent throat injury   
 the call over the canopy   
 in the wind of rainy nights   
 squatting   
 against the master tree.   

 I carry in my mouth   
 fresh bark water   
 strained ear   
 the ground of dead leaves   
 rustling faded memories.   

 Exhale the smells of the marsh   
 the red moon plays   
 de ses pupilles aiguisées    
 the dance of a clear sky gap   
 entre les draperies de la ramure   
 and the sooty clouds. 
  
 I wear the badge of power   
 on the shield of the obligated   
 to lose myself in fissile words   
 on the frozen orb   
 des songes rouges sangs. 

  
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 She ran away from the nest   
 the dawn of awakenings,   
 the moon in its turmoil.  
 
 Star layer   
 on the wooden platform   
 he showed the way.   

 Do not Cry   
 do not go   
 one look is enough.   

 The day begins    
 and her lips   
 set the sky on fire.   

 Hands reach out   
 the harness hurts the back   
 the feet sink into the clay.   

 Through the narrow door   
 access wounds   
 then go up the slope.  
 
 On leaving   
 more noise  
 nothing but the caress of the grass.

 Point a flame   
 between the shavings   
 of the fire of god.   

 escape   
 from the cave    
 lyrics and romance.   

 Lean   
 on the edge of the cliff   
 sunset creatures.   

 One by one   
 incise the board   
 passing bags.  
 
 Don't go up to the attic anymore   
 go through the corridor,   
 the wheat has arrived.  
 
 Orifices are poisoned,   
 crouched   
 marauding reason. 
  
 Fini,   
 we won't go to the woods anymore   
 cut juniper.   

 The straw pinions will fly away   
 past the time of scratches   
 sous le vent de planèze.   

 deposit   
 Laundry   
 in the wicker basket.  
 
 A bouquet of daisies, blueberries and poppies   
 on the curb,   
 the weather is stormy.  

 
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 Glue   
 nose against the glass   
 waddling from one leg to the other   
 the child observes the mist   
 dont les fines gouttelettes     
 captent la lumière   
 live balloons   
 devenant coulures vibrantes   
 for accelerated  
 throw down. 
  
 winter is crying   
 dehors un froid sec   
 saisissant les jambes   
 despite the woolen socks   
 and the corduroy panties.  
 
 A last horse will pass   
 in the deserted street   
 ahanant   
 smoky nostrils   
 slamming the damp pavement   
 of his shoed hooves. 
  
 There's courage in the air   
 the top of the buildings caresses the mist   
 d'au dessus la rue principale   
 où ronfle quelques moteurs toussoteux. 
  
 Emergence of memories   
 inscribed under the skin   
 the semaphore child   
 see the lights   
 through the blisters of the sea. 
  
 there is sand    
 in the joints   
 du passage à niveau   
 obligeant au ralentissement   
 la bête humaine au loin    
 lâchant ses panaches de fumée.   

 I will hear the heavy convoy   
 pace on the short rails   
 un rythme glacé 
 grimant  le tireté des nuages   
 à la queue leu-leu 
 parsemée des souriantes branches de lilas.    
  
 Mom, it is raining   
 the snow is falling   
 it hails.  
 
 That we are close to the stove.  
 
 Mice nibble the floor   
 sous la plaque de tôle de la Shell  
 water drops bead    
 on the ceiling on the pipe   
 it's condensation   
 Mom will pass the towel   
 nailed to the broomstick.   

 Christ will know   
 la couronne d'épines et le vinaigre   
 de ses yeux d'Aubrac   
 à faire tourner la bille bruyante 
 in the upturned iron lid.   


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