Thank you Rene   
 for allowing me to be friends   
 with you big brother   
 for allowing me to understand the other   
 l'ami des entomeures. 
  
 By your voice   
 I took ownership of my word   
 endlessly now   
 breath on the poet's carnation   
 the call so close   
 sensitive exchanges   
 past and future.   


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I am by your side   
 my friend Rene   
 in this return to the earth   
 girded with the flames of purification.   
 
 Go along your path   
 don't hold back the time   
 be fine dust   
 on the front of the house.   
 
 Journey into the Void   
 Be flush traces   
 your words, your thoughts, ton regard   
 with the whip of the eternal coachman   
 you are submitted   
 and are the ones who follow you   
 vers le Grand Œuvre à permettre.   
 
 A pinch of salt   
 a nothing   
 a companionship   
 point of age   
 just hands looking for each other   
 eye to eye   
 let it rain   
 that he sells   
 let the sun be out   
 I rise before you   
 the little stepladder of goodness   
 élevé dans la bibliothèque  
 shared words.   
 
 
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   Fi of the herbarium   
 the grid organizes and completes   
 the window that opens.   

 The lizard signs the wall   
 whisper of support   
 morning sprites.  
 
 A rattling tractor engine   
 over the sneering torrent   
 the end of summer.   


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   Yellow green   
 of the cross between the beeches   
 to the slow unfolding of light on the trunks   
 between the ruins of the castle
 ride the cart of the dead .   
 
 Voices   
 an old airplane rumbles its propellers  
 the barking of a dog   
 far very far.  
 
 The tree veils itself unveils   
 incessantly   
 black fly on white paper   
 fingers knit writing.  

 
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   Rolling up their sleeves   
 on the terrace   
 sing the messengers.   

 Signs of the cross and golden helmets 
 ladies of the great plains
 you were the first.  

 Talking to me about order and disorder   
 when child   
 swelled the voice of our father.   
  
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   They go burping   
 clopin-clopant   
 yesterday's friends.   

 Zigzagging and arguing   
 arm in arm   
 click their heels in the alley.  
 
 Behind closed shutters   
 the haves are agitated   
 to laugh at the worst.  

 
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 palaces and flowers   
 welcome my friend   
 the rich lover of my thoughts.   

 Ensue nudging each other   
 the loners of the word   
 in affirmation of the inadmissibility.   

 along the canal   
 armfuls of dead leaves   
 fly in the wind a song.   
 

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 This caramel sore   
 devant l'âtre lacéré   
 capture le gémissement des ailes.   

 Lignée des sièges de bois dur 
 invading the space of our nights   
 the carriage goes rickety.  
 
 Do no more harm   
 time is on the index  
 sans l'arogance d'un regard.   


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  Singing spiral of flame   
laziness oozes and chatters its teeth   
under the doubt allowed.   
 
Spread the word   
in a low funeral    
oblivion walkers.   
 
To say again   
that tomorrow will be tomorrow   
and by day a shooting star.   

 
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 Les mots se méfient du réel entendu
 en dégoût de soi-même   
 dies the writing of the after.   

 At the opening there was a crowd   
 of passers-by   
 disappearing into the cold night.   

 Went away, the poets,   
 eyes closed   
 as soon as the storm has passed.  

 
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