These hands that look like nothing not even at the wound closing. This doorway crossed to breathe harder. That gaze so distant without lifting the veil there against the shoulder framing sad days contemplating Sylvain's charcoals income afloat court-bouillon nausea memory cockroaches spitting out their droppings to the rhythm of a cigarette. The window was open the seagulls circled the wind sucked the marrow from the bones one last time draw water from the well of the Old a noise behind the door I knew he wouldn't come chewed up in the vertigo of oblivion wind in the alleys to gore the devil et s'y mirer soft foam in the silt of fertile days a candle in the front a lantern in the back. 388
To build so as not to have to become. Ignore daily bites for more lightness in elevation. Know how to collect the rest of the failures in a process of consciousness.
To be the wolf on the edge and pretend to ignore the barbed wire of the Great Plains. Open eyes wide in front of the expansion of the west wind.
At dawn parting with the moon evidence to walk towards the light. Save the candle without burning the pyre of memories.
Sacralize inner myopia in the crumpled linen of nights of withdrawal.
Know how to turn the wheel to spread the sand.
Get up again and again despite the wounds of childhood.
Become a perforated pearl before the salt eats you.
A night of tenderness elk sprayed autumn leaves orchestrate the fallout on earth. Noise in the washing machine an inadvertent key left in the pocket an oversight to say the least. At the level sit down and then nothing a ray of sunshine through the louvered shutter. Leaving slowly fluttering in the wind without resentment just a carnation between the teeth. Assert his arrival on the hard stone of the entrance under the window bars Oh Grandmother ! 387
Was, perdus Dans la frilosité des avancées technologiquesCoups de gueule contre le mur des incompréhensionsSe lient et se délientLes bonnes raisonsAu sens giratoire d'un consumérisme béat. Striking with a zest of the hoof Le condominium des afflictionsL'homme de bureEn ses vérités surannéesDevient Don QuichotteDerrière le miroir des lamentations. Climb orchestra pits L'appel des repris de justice, Vêtus d'hardes spectrales, Corps éventrées, Rigueur ajoutée, Harnachés d'obsolescence programmée. Unpinned Cellulose En effraction d'un ordre disperséLe temps appelle le tempsAu creux d'un nid de coucouLa vase refluanteColmatant les brèches de l'oubliS'enquière d'une halte secourable. Come from who knows where Dans un faisceau de lumièreLes mains ouvragèresAux doigts grêlés de piqûresRonde enivranteLe regard baisséRassemblant les myriades d'âmes errantesAutour d'un chant psalmodiéQue le tissage expose. 385
dans la frilosité des avancéestechnological getting mad against the wallmisunderstandings
bind and unbind them good reasons in the roundabout direction of a blissful consumerism
striking with a zest ofUnderstand
the condominium ofafflictions l’homme de burein its outdated truths
becomes Don Quixote behind the mirror lamentations.
Rise from the pitsorchestra the call of the recoveries ofjustice, dressed in clothesspectral, disembowelled bodies,
added rigor,
harnessed with obsolescence scheduled.
Unpinned Cellulose breaking an orderscattered time callstemps in the hollow of a nestcuckoo to refluxing vessels plugging the gapsoblivion inquire about a stopoverhelpful.
Come from no one knows d’or in a bundle oflight working hands with pitted fingers ofbites intoxicating roundthe look down
All so sensitive autumn maple leaf red at first sight fall on the ground fleurant bon la cigognequ'un air de fête accompagnâtin its flight. A soul appears in a bouquet of silky efforts au soleil naissant de tendres accolades.
Haut les cœurscaressing to be punctuated by a shower of stars was rolled down the slope the wheel of life down to the stream scattered memories pink lifted lips towards the nave of our eyes de tant d'étoiles éclose.383
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 lulufixera un matin de fêteles 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 poésiesigns 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 arrivéwhere to lay your head. 382
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 aiguiséesthe dance of a clear sky gap entre les draperies de la ramureand 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. 381
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. 380
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.
