Great golden doors were opening    
in the fall foliage of the cherry tree    
the bride was beautiful    
the haughty flood of clouds.        
 
It looked like this barrier      
so high that it plugged the black hole    
from the horizon without the light dying down    
we were on the way out.        
 
Thin strips of fabric    
embroidered the air with spasms    
and everything was up    
by a last missive.        
 
Sing no more    
get lost    
be the honey of small manners    
be smart.        
 
Walk away from the Spirit    
customary break-ins    
put your hands together    
for more love.        
 
 
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ostensibly self     
at the expense of some currency of the pope       
this carnivorous hatred in dry dock    
shake in these times of misery  
light pen thought.        
 
sea ​​poem    
Why am I a peaceful drowned
counting the moon beads       
at the backwater of incantations.

I know from the sea    
what the man thought he saw       
vivid emulsions 
to the deep abyss.

He wanted    
should have been
but never believe.    
 
This scrape on the knees  
this dictatorship of hate
in front of the pebbles of the shore.        
 
To squeeze the nose    
purple the wall
or hang mucilage.
        
Sprinkling rice powder  
Evening in Paris
the wandering of being    
wild child    
a soul crossing the ellipse of the future    
for without delay
from one bounce to another    
to be the gray eyes of poetry.        
 
remain free    
at the very least    
in the chicken coop    
stains the christmas windows    
of water vapor and fire    
in the claps of the mind.        
 
dead child    
too learned child    
with trailing slippers    
never will be    
under the rubber wheels of the chair   
the elusive hours of sleepless nights.        
 
To be understood is unspeakably weak    
while taking the time 
of a stroller in front of the void    
incites to somersault.        
 
To be the mystery of the sacrifice 
in front of the carcass of an ox 
offered to the sand of the arenas.        
 
Palpation of large spaces    
at the dawn of a bronze day
honey hand on your cheek.    
 
Step over the parapet  
at dawn of a day new
wave prone.        
 
Raise the tears  
such a weightless vortex
annihilates the doubt of existence.        
 
Hats off, gentlemen of the high   
walk down the cobbled streete
ringing his shoes 
arm in arm    
allow the poor sorrow 
to be the candy of the imagination.        
 
Access to the inheritance game    
this obligation to say    
the tool 
long before the law    
in order to be the "is" in self-creation 
make the frog bigger  
and the narrower brain.
 
Let's be the joy of the mirror    
in facial extraction  
for prepared excavation 
reconnect with his gestures.        
 
Grotesque laughter    
when the sea recedes    
bitter sucking of empty shells.        
 
Outside the sensitive flower    
and the hoard of emotions    
to be without God or master   
the sandblasted clepsydra 
that the hands are wide    
in full awareness    
in contemplation of a resolved universe.        
 
Scratches from thought words
with the stylus of a learned scribe    
allows life to mature.        
 
Observing is therefore a mystery    
wise prescription that desire addresses   
in the innocence of the heart  
to the freshness of the blank page.        
 
 
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Music on the go    
over the water    
collect the memories    
random silhouettes    
in the depths of dreams    
that the notes of a piano tear    
to disconnected piping.        
 
Coasting Ready    
through the days and the nights    
in flexible syncope   
at the ruddy stern    
pilgrim encounters    
without the umbrellas of the chimera    
contemplate a serene sky.        
 
Go to dry land    
seed the oceans    
stones and seaweed    
convey the spring of lovers    
dry springs    
to the future      
to the great reversal of exile.    
 
Hanging from the velvet of the curtains    
come back cuddly hands    
gliding at full speed    
under the ray of light    
single pass    
feelings touched    
in the din
of a departing train.        
 
 
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Furthermore    
sweaty follicles    
at the tip of the eagles    
pass and pass    
the roman cohorts    
in the majestic alley    
tall trees    
to the accomplished Force.        
 
There is no domain    
than abandoned childhood    
by the ocean    
to watch for the flight of cings    
to the cries of pebbles    
vigorously rubbed    
on the wild wind    
who bends the alpha.        
 
 
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The beat of a heart
the otter walk
undulating in sa reptation
everything fits
doomed clouds
with female voices
scattered weeping bears
that the exsurgencies of our life gaps swell
in dense flow
guttural voices
skinning
such shards of starstones
the shadow of our thoughts
cool and permissive unrolled
on the fresco of our conscience
with married lips.
 
 
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A doped cat    
with coconut milk    
took the cost     
near the window.        
 
In the distance the eyes    
mystery of elsa    
were in the evening     
the bursts of his voice    
and from India    
les ballots du comptoir.        
 
Passèrent parasites    
footsteps around.        
 
Don't tell anyone    
this strange way    
de pourvoir sans raison.        
 
So friends    
on the road    
take great care    
aux visions et dévotions.        
 
Let's heat the pan and the chestnut
puis les beignets dorés     
under the blackened beams of the seraglio.

Let's keep the cockroaches away    
no childishness    
juste le culot     
overturned bottles.        
 
For even more red    
De honey thought    
à la pesée qui émerge    
Le cœur se déprogramme.      
 
Featured one by two    
le coléoptère s'envole    
quarter to midnight    
when happening rattling    
the Drouin bus from the beach.        
 
Amusez-vous    
be the gratin of watermelons    
lead to the bull    
near the bullring    
at the ramshackle baluster    
the pearl and the sainfoin    
de ses anneaux dorés    
with full lungs    
remugles de la journée.        
 
Accumulez le bon air    
to the stew of flavors    
be the rustling sun    
hummingbirds cry.        
 
I manage I digest    
the strange body    
that was brought to me    
loaded with bubble foam    
in front of the stairs of my room    
d'échos affublée.     
 
It was James    
the unbuttoned clock    
on the edge of the cliff    
loose hair    
suintant des affres de la journée.        
 
With pampered rhizomes    
the menate speaks    
the language of Molière    
risen and come    
such wood bug    
leading the way    
in the thickets of Champfleury.        
 
The muse with a taut rope    
on the evening of his setbacks    
évacua quelques roucoulades    
slap it sideways    
without deciding the place of his loves.        
 
 
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It was cold    
the walls were damp    
saltpetre under the fingernail    
on the tiles the frost.        
 
Sit against the still warm stove   
hear the mice munching the floor    
the faucet was dripping    
under the linoleum the sheets of advertising panels.        
 
Upstairs neighbors had their chairs ripped 
a meager light curled the curtains    
the wind flowed under the door    
the wet mop hung on the wire.        
 
I had kept my eared cap    
the mittens the same    
I was rubbing my knees    
for the nail to go.        
 
The beaten earth between the buildings    
had no grass    
a meager peach tree bloomed in the spring    
but never came to an end.        
 
On the square table    
oilcloth with flowers    
accompanied the little runners    
the dice were cast.        
 
In my cozy bed    
I listened to the post in Galena    
voices in a crackle    
according to the manipulations on the lead.        
 
 
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Let yourself be infused    
get into its essence    
in this sublime passage    
without this desire to detail the penalty    
according to the light effects    
much to the chagrin of truth seekers.        
 
Go as we think creation    
the twig between the lips    
the germ in his heart    
of a green color    
tenacious in its moiré effects    
that the breath accompanies.        
 
Spot this star that lives in you    
the blue of the five-pointed star is you    
you enter the crypt without fear without emotion    
you reveal yourself and invent your life    
without necessarily being understood    
you approach the shore of compassion.        
 
 
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deep night    
what am i not your secret shadow    
at this level of elevation    
where the clothes of light burn    
to dress in great love    
who overshadows us at the source.        
 
It's at this soul level    
with due respect    
to relate to others    
that the singular identity asserts itself    
consciousness of belonging to the group    
in full solidarity with evolution.        
 
When the clouds open    
no matter sun or rain    
there is inclusion in any practice    
the kingdoms of nature are connected    
the spheres ring    
the guide is there as close as possible.        
 
 
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