love not say
 cet horizon
 this color ,

 Don't grab the phone
 and know you only through the pain of absence .

 The night , at the very source
 prejudice and withdrawal ,

 Wandering in rainy weather
 under the storm of blood
 to remember the complaint and the reproach .
 
Eternal air bubble
 let's listen
 let's take a look around us ,

 Accused of sad finitude
 the future concerns us
 we the purveyors of dialogue with each other .

 To love without even giving
 daisy and cornflower
 without even biting the fruit of the conflicts
 without the word kindness
 without taking the first step .

 Keep in oneself the rebellious concern
 from a trunk of memories
 that padlocked conviction does not open
 at the risk of living the irreparable .

 Silently ,
 the forehead against the edge of the well
 offer the sky and the stars ,
 reach out to the living reflection ,
 this grace of being in charge .


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 Paint your windows with blue ink.
 Store the claw of the ash tree.
 Suivre les gouttes d'eau tomber du toit.
 Pointing at the pheasant perched on the clide in the garden.
 Puiser l'eau de la fontaine dans les seaux de zin.
 Put the barrette back in her hair.
 Escalader le tertre exposé au vent du nord derrière la  
  maison.

 Dip his hooves in the fresh dung.
 Don't forget the wool hat.
 Après l'orage faire naviguer les bateaux d'écorce de pin      
  sur la flaque d'eau.
 Surprendre les grands parents évoquer au coin du feu mon  
  père et mes oncles.
 Sort the lentils in the big brown dish.
 Choosing and eating the hot roe.
 Sit on the stone under the barred window.

 Make the leafy pastry in the pradou.
 Picking up grass for the bunnies.
 Choose the stick.
 Run your hand over the rough leather of the cows.
 Look at their big sad eyes.
 Occasionally, cry with them.
 Revenir de l'abreuvoir par la côte en tenant la queue de 
  la Mareuille.
 Remind the dogs, Riquette and Champagne.
 Hear the iron barrou sink into his coach .
 Climb on the chair take the cheese under the ceiling.
 Open the large drawer with bread pies.
 Go draw the wine from the barrel over the hole.
 That long walk to the Sunday church.
 Le cadre de grand-père chargé de ses médailles  
  militaires. 
 I did not know , I was not told.
 That the big ones had to take care of the little ones.
 I'm going on mandatory delivery.
 The clepsydra of time is reversed.
 Silence.
 Cette levée de poussière provenant de la route en terre  
  battue.
 In high winds hold the sequins ready to fly away 

 Get on the bike.
 Disparaître dans la forêt de Laroussière entre pins et 
  genévriers.
 Hear the wind speak.
 En cadence.
 L'horloge frappe le temps de son battant de laiton 
  brillant comme un sou neuf.
 They didn't turn around when I called them.
 Hors la brume matinale émerge la mise en demeure de nos 
  ancêtres.
 La terre se craquèle.
 Through the crevices rise the memories.
 I bite the apple.
 The apple tree bends to my shadow.
 Elle parle de ces cendres répandues sur le pas des 
  portes.
 Last cry of love outside the locker room.
 On the field of upright poles.
 On the way to being the green meadow of future generations.

 Fleur parmi les fleurs le soleil ouvre et ferme ses 
  corolles fraîches.
 La Lande de ses herbes rêches presse nos têtes contre son    
  sein.
 In the distance the print of the mountains.
 Lead from Cantal, le Puy Mary.
 The Angelus resounds.
 In front of the silent voices our fingers join.
 Vienne le temps de changer l'eau des fleurs.

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 In the crumpled wavelets
 life shield obscures vision
 scathing sweeps
 cry the wise stones .    

 A wind agitates with a mighty amble
 the shrubby frames
 annoy drops of oil
 digging into grimy faces .   
 
End up prostrate the surveyors
 with redundant mirrors ,   
 sequencing ,   
 brutal is the elemental attack .   

 Wipe their muzzle
 dogs with raised lips
 at the crossroads .   

 Group the children
 under the canopy
 strong from a dominated fear .   

 The screaming sounds
 become hullabaloo
 in the slenderness of the dream .   

 Everything fits ,   
 the people ,   
 nature spirits ,   
 those unreasonable voices ,   
 direct instruction .   
 The smell of earth drives away the dust ,   
 the skin opens its lips ,   
 clouds piss thickly the milk of the gods .   
 The visible becomes invisible ,   
 the invisible becomes the visible world . 
  
 Creation is rebellious under its mask ,   
 creation is beautiful ,   
 the essence exhales a sweet song ,   
 I'm dumb ,   
 healing works .   
 A lit pipe ,   
 I offer my soul ,   
 and stand up ,   
 in him ,   
 in my private ,   
 between the dead and the living ,   
 just the whim of being .  

 
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