Like the pitfall eye of being trace where to become what is already there in itself so far with senseless shores of this simplicity where to be so small connected to the depths of the universe by the operculum separation from the world we who are the world pending. To move to feel to feel the mark of evolution on the fat of propriety to let escape in the notch the laughter of encounters overall at the vigil of our death of our birth. How beautiful the world is aux moindres anfractuosités that the silence spells par la soif des ridules on the huge lake primordial waters passing though that the hand erases sitôt gestation aboutie. Stay don't be stonewalled des veines figées know how to take the threads of light in good company at random from the lashings carène du terme échu rising from the abyss au saut du vol à voile draped in the laughing stock of the spray closed knife vintage ploughshare self-awakening.
Jody the Fawn three small turns and then go away clear notes Glenn Gould's piano masterpiece in a circle on the clay staff among the puddles after the storm this freshness that wins you over out of the barn to jump with both feet point of romance just smile ear to ear. Waiting for the dogs to bare their fangs and yelp in disorder under the evening antiphon sewing the piece of fabric a tablecloth a sheet to cover the board on its trestles add mismatched chairs go to the prado pick the flowers for the table. At any age cleaning done put away the brooms let's be the perfect squires in patched clothes under the postern help get the day off through the fields mixed poppies and blueberries. Let's put the community back to the pegs of the past let's be obligated to the light.
From his hand high placed at the crossroads of trees the sons of the virgin were leading the way and great silence dew droplets and light at cockcrow that the torrent accompanied of his cart water and mixed pebbles. Open the window for morning to come my soul messenger called and now so close under the adornment of the mists brightly colored canopy where the banners flap of the great gathering passage where everything passes and surpasses us as the day dawns. 520
JANO the beefy overturned the table the bugger in his irascibility and the candle that was there and the banality of the evening the guests left tottering in scattered order hat in hand. JANO the child placed on a chair that has remained standing eyes glued to the chandelier two big even eyes for a glass pipette that the cat carelessly was trying to capture like the funfair mickey JANO pestait. The day had to come compassionate excessively dazzling so that in every corner of the palace gushes inoculated wealth blinding light to bend the dendrites off cell source.
The splash of sweet words sow the hand of the simple. sheep's wool against barbed wire spikes sign the wind. From one daydream to another the memories are tangled according to the torrent. There is no truce crossed the ford than the jaws of oblivion. My friend nothingness broke the moorings and vogue trots menu among the stardust that we pick up the evening when clouds and moon return to battle. There is no future that in the service of the world when the rain falls for that rainbow of desires to be true to one's soul.
