calmed down, open cage from my pocket falls the little notebook, open page .
In the muffled of the imagination the day after a delayed train to the bravery of ideas to transmit at the start of a work .
When definitely entered into rebellion be part of the difference without hurrying from odd job to odd job .
And that in response short of breath enchant with conventional traces a handful of talkative ears .
This implicit and distant plain made of hunger and exhaustion without taking our life plunges us into dependence .
let's become human against the demons of permanence apt to burst in and go wild as soon as confidence is restored .
In addition to confinement in excess on the brink of madness , dance boredom , nausea , the doldrums , the reiteration all critters dressing up the conscience .
let's be the right thought by binding the named event its process recognized with the emotion aroused by the opening .
Out of the tangle of crossroads let's avoid the sweet twilight song let's get out of the joke cage let's be the children of the long-beaked oystercatcher .
Tensions come emotional elements the concrete screed crush the ear of wheat. Tensions come new realities in the hollow of the waves une mousse superbe. Tensions come deep inside a call in more ways. Tensions come during the cycles of nature a cool cloud témoigne des migrations. Tensions come about surrounding yourself with friends is only the germ poor governance. Tensions come when the barriers of the heart cèdent et déversentabsurdity and indifference. Welcome these tensions that they take place those messy horses come from the styx. Let's stretch the tablecloth on the festive table let's crown real economic instruments the productive swarm.Let's be the wick of meeting each other in wisdom let's be the ledger of continuities. let's be the call open eyes the impossible became possible the marriage of our deep dispositions. Let's be traces and light in achieving our goals the fair quota available à notre vie quotidienne. 251
My body crumbles as patches of light erasing the end of the course. I believe in the tricks of the immaterial I stay. I reap a trot-menu nuts , almonds and berries in the forests of the mind. I welcome smiles and moving lips I make tender encounters a necklace that can be seen at night around the neck. I cut the grass and the fire with a caress of heart and soul the marvel in pendant I calm the untimely and feed the vultures. I am concerned by a filiation me the link between the banks I observe the inconceivable oblivion paradoxes and myths. My life is ability to believe in the higher being without the day joining. Before the timorous thoughts I propose radical subversion in singular intimacy with the persecuted. There is no relevant message that referred to his free decision as long as the deminer operates. The Sunday market is no longer open discounted stalls between cauliflower stalks remains the living water of cleansing. The page is turned carefully we climb early morning Sun brother in the sheaf of instincts towards the bright brilliance of metamorphosis. 250
Tongues lick the foreshore the clouds propose life disposes in the hollow of the sad waves sound the fog horn .
Red string around dead pig's neck spin parade the boors the belching the monsters rebels in mind .
Amateurs of a désopilant chant they organize the random affliction of the estaminets terror mounts on the altar of abuse those from elsewhere the purveyors of nausea .
Singing the surrender of thought they go they come young people with exquisite corpses the lawless to the forced faith .
Pass the woman with the offered face the living outside the cloisters stretching out with her pleading hands the eye of an afflicted sun .
Let's not mince our words let's be strong supporters so that in the rills of blood followed by green energy .
Go out early morning the rats of our cities the hesitant fireflies of our deserted streets .
The time against the nerves touches with sustained attention the offenses experienced in the swamp of compromise .
Stand up emit the limping sound of poor people the damned to the toothless that black gold despairs .
Be the verb on the communal desk warm yourself to the wood of murderous sentences save your games and your ointments come out into the open and say the man is great .
Invective the remains be the gall of the lords of the mind dig the grave of those who have taken form pass your way in front of the illusion .
And comes back to tell us that life is desire on a guitar tune lovesick lily of the valley on the reverse .
So that the paper boat sails at the Tuileries basin one evening in december on the ocean of truths .
child that we are child that we were for our forever children let's be the salt and honey of the earth .
The light in a satin dress quivering flowers consumes with small jets of mist the ending dizziness of an autumn day .
The page turned reflected in the marble of the past the worry too times blessed of a failure to forget .
Emerges the hollow of the dry palms in gentle caresses on the rough of the tree uncovered chest exploded from a parasol converging with the winds towards the dawn of hemmed rice .
He is great tits with crackling chirps without the curtain rising wedding party float .
All romance is a rare pearl all smiles in the grip of a ray of sunshine retires at night to the cry of the midwife toad .
Minuet of scattered roses the shells snort of tender processions to consummated ecstasies .
ebb of the sea before a last jump the concrete is cracking crack the veins of glass under the salty claw the fittings groan the marram grass wanders what sailors say in the distant times of Newfoundland bites of a tenacious cold the wind tears the trees sludge fills the ditches the barges rise buoys fly in sprays of foam along the foreshore the waves slam the seawall the heddles rattle the sand fills every hole the sky is hustle and bustle in this feint of thrust seagulls pirouette deep in the blockhouse nausea on the lips a shout unheard of of silence the hours are soap bubbles frantic cavalcade the horses prance the pebbles are crumbling overhanging the railing correcting with the stroke of a pen the eye of memories the shadow is surfacing the hollows fill with their slime hickeys the flowerbeds of the beach earth cracks are born fangs of the beast scarlet in its excess curled up and unloved dirty and pent up rebellious and angry exposed to the four winds being nothing but breath a carrion the wound offered on the edge of the bocage with fossil veins roll the drums crack the fireflies under the heel bulwark against the collapsed bitumen bitterness black and white alternations in self capture The death in the soul .
From either side accordingly of a present participle I do mine the " what will they say " things of the mind but without harming others .
On the other hand I scrape the pan bottoms in credenza I put my vertigo on the doorstep I argue in rounds of leg .
I grumble sometimes without a shadow of a doubt but choose my arrows for whom it may concern upside down procrastination .
Time to say I crepe the flouted nature in black I shiver under the downpour and fake company to say little with few traces so as not to rust the future .
What would they say of me half-words circled things at the crossroads of vintage stamps if I offered myself at an accelerated pace in the mirror of the goose step .
" go your way , Nothing to see " .
And if turning back the thinking man is part of the romance there would be on the lintel of my farmhouse these icy words , these words of love :
" stop , take your time , there is everything to see ,enter my cave ear jug and Holy Spirit of my belly in poetry rebel punch apostrophez le patron but never , oh never , do not miss listening to the verbiage of the mice of the place " .
A mountain circuswith the unfolding of its history in front of you .From perplexity to dismayremains the vague to the soul .A melee diseasewith evasionthis habit of not seeing anything .The tall pines inaccessible to a chainsawgraft musk from mouflonson the path traveled of a bituminous morning .I know healing is not easy ,that to cure the evil by the sourceis strewn with pitfalls .We run the risk of postponing gross mistakesto reveal more insidious ones .There are prospects without a way outthat the charm of a wandering idea seduces ,and makes it suitable for the researcher's consumption more apt to pick the flower than to let it grow.The palm of my hand conceals in those days of mourningtoday's dew pearls ;transformation where the drops of water splash on the shepherd's houppelande .Access the limitlessness of his visionforces you to stop before your own limits .It is better to look for its flawswith small strokes of silky intelligencethan to explode the padlock invisible things ,which will be eternally veiled .The unmaking of a bed is reflected in a trailing sky ,backwards from worldly pleasures .On the pebble path , of plants and puddles of water mixed together ;in the generous freshness of the undergrowth ,j'avançai ...when suddenly branches cracked ,stones rolled ,time stammered ,a smell of wet grease arose ;the bear was running down the slope ...fleeing like a rampaging bulldozer a cornfield .I was stuck in receivership .The seducer of the Invisible was giving birthwhat remained of his intention .Then passed the imps of pride, envy, greed ,then that of the secret desire to be part powerful , then again that of the will to be recognized , to dominate ,to talk about subtle knowledge and high ,in order to be able to transmit our accumulated knowledge ,to whom it May concern , our blinded children .The procession never ended ,the moans of hurt peoplebent under their torn clothescame from the four corners of the forestto the body and the blood of regeneration .One and ultimate vision .Mourn our ancestorsin the hollow of extinct memories .The apocalyptic breathtear down the temples .The soup of originsaggregates agreements in a prime way light music .New shape of atoms in their bath of light .The Truth is beyond yourself .She is waiting ,unheard of in principle ,and she's the one who guides you .244
Say what the friend says my ally of fears and rebellions Souffle lips to lips speech bubble shows her generous hands the doors that open .
Don't be surprised it's day the birds sizzle under the rising sun no one else can give up this nourishing flight out of yourself .
Let the sap rise from the depths of your roots exchange the cup of wine until drunkenness delivering us from reason . Grab the talisman no questions asked tighten your fingers on the neck of the demon without taking your eyes off him .
Ain't that space among beings space for traveling souls that everything ephemeral requires to whom smiles the heart-cry of the hummingbird .
