It's the salt that does it
that's what makes me
it's mine for yours.
Pass the fricassee of starlings
to the chirping of our instincts
a remonstrance
and pffft !
without precedence
raw flesh
grab the handle of the tool
to hammer the iron
in the eye of the cyclops.
He is angry
that over-saying sets ablaze
when the bad wind blows.
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Nous élirons le plus charmant
From all sides Montent des gouffres Les animaux tristes. outside the assembly Point de joie Juste du papier froissé. In the corridors of love Ronfle l'assentiment Du jeu de perfusions. too much wandering Nous élirons le plus charmant L'homme au polo blanc. There is no opinion that remains Face aux tragédies Les circonstances provoquent les dérapages Que les vrilles de la vigne Encanaillent d'un sourire. Stowaways on probation Les fleurs du printemps suffirent à nos désirs D'alignement du temps en syncope. 434
Au temps du sourire étoilé
Let it say something
from what i already know
grieves me
and compels me to romance.
Do what the wind carries
free to drift,
may memory itself
être lumière de fée.
crystal tears
gesticulations of the mind
carried in unreason
under the eye of the tiger.
From the well of oblivion
climb in rainy weather
the melodious chord
from the murmur of traditions.
From the shock of the plow
against the buried stone
the white label is born
stridency of energy.
He is singing the blackbird
what the syrinx allows,
a bright golden feather
on the slab of silence.
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out of a storm of hearts
In the silence of the place
those arms around your body
renew the momentum
without arousing fears.
The exchanged songs return
along the shores of the past
murmur of water
to the wind bending our illusions
half-closed eyelids
the flight of the kingfisher
trait of sagacity
on the river of talkative souls
crunching under the heel askew
arms bound by this alliance
without words
forgetting the time of exchanged bloods
narrow passage from one bank to the other
accompanying the embrace
delivered to heaven willing
to receive us
you and me
coming out of a storm of hearts.
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On the fire the bubble pot
Son gauze body
her jet black hair
on the beach
in the morning ocean scents.
scratching from her dress
the undulation of his loins
she rode the wave
with a siren's laugh.
Stirring the air
with her arms as a woman painter
she signed the future
with a final embrace.
Raising her fingers
towards the opaline pupil
she offered her joy
at the eye of the needle.
To the songs of the earth
she preferred the clear note
postponing until tomorrow
la couronne de thym.
Moon Shard
of his leprechaun walk
the marram grass caressed her ankle
renewing the call.
Dust extended to the comma
By the words that the wind flies
the height of his desires
raised a temple.
On the fire the bubble pot
one evening wandering
presence in this
in the salt of history.
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go and come to me horse with brown mane
Go and come to me horse with a brown mane
at the locks of life
ride the shadow animal palinody.
Usual rule to consult
without memory operating
fragrance from the shades of memories.
To wake up in the middle of the night
groping without fear
be absolute quest.
win the silence
experience the resource
towards the effectiveness of secrecy.
Never go back
at the risk of being visible
when the rumor spreads.
Her power is perfume of May
cheerful is reality,
fulfillment of the One.
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Straight before the Last Supper
The gesture is heavy
the steep slope
the pebbles roll
the insects squeak
the barley of an undulating caress
sign the invisible breath.
The thoughts fly in the wind
offer themselves to the primordial silence.
The chest swells
I'm crying
at the passage of an absolute sun
traces of tar laid
on the pavement
going down to the port
with an exhaled odor
par la vibration de l'ordre postural.
Straight before the Last Supper
food litters the table
hands go up
to fully join
over the sovereign peace.
Appeal to the highest degree
Shard of Lucidity.
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recitation of the flight of the starlings
Recitation of the Flight of the Starlings
in front of the rustling hives
enter into ceremony
stack the supers
enamored bees
countless journeys
for note by note
raise the clamor
under the canopy of the beeches.
Accommodation at low cost
in the hotel opposite
get lost among the alleys
restore the image of reason
restore silence to its truth
open the suitcase
take out the file of lost souls.
I will manage alone
in the hubbub of metaphors
to throw darts
against the wooden door
after crushing the butt
In the ashtray
offered by an aperitif brand.
The lamp winked
then went out
in the temple where all is consecrated
the comings and goings of the walker
have become more mysterious
par accommodation
to end with a kiss
the descent into the crypt.
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by the twists of the mind
In the blink of an eye
just enough to give a sign of life
before the jump.
By the curls of the mind
accumulate dry dates
at the gates of the desert.
Click the tongue
under the Romanesque vault
where everything comes together.
Lower still
naked among naked bodies
grab the potbellied frog.
From ravine to ravine
the tree our refuge
guides the breath.
Walk until extreme fatigue
where the weeds
invite us to fly.
Big eyes
like coat racks
collect the seeds of chance.
The sun on the prowl
crepe the stone wall
bridal veil.
Looks like in the country
the arrival of the hermit
mossy steps.
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That face so wise
That face so wise
by the fiery parade
gave to the forest tussocks
the wrung-out nebula of a stormy evening.
This in front of the rage of the torrent
punctuated by the cry of a raptor
incensed with a strange embrace
the cornice with the words exchanged.
The man and the woman
by their feigned otherness
praised their quest for vision
under the consecrated waterfall.
UMBRELLA ! Yes, what you've been through makes sense,
to have seized this moment of encounters
by the synapses of your puzzle
allow you to put on the golden fleece.
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