space blue    
love beads    
in body 
and even    
in infinity    
from the nest of tender things  
without hurt coming    
joy    
unravel the weft of days    
with the passage of clouds.        
 
Imperial Blue    
trust    
in what comes    
without waiting    
without bending it to our wishes    
in what arises    
kindly    
without it being explained    
with this zest of lack    
our light to all.        
 
blue white blue    
in his cohort of angels    
suddenly comforting    
this almost nothing    
in this jolt    
that makes us open    
out of sight    
soul pirate    
on the hunt for wonders    
that the heart deposits in good company.        
 
 
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Backed up against the wall    
in the dead end of rue Gignoux    
he scratched the stone    
de ses ongles en sang.               
 
The tomb    
before the lark finishes its trill    
with the long stalks of durum wheat of yesteryear    
short stalks followed by heavy ears.        
 
The carnation between the teeth    
he just remembered a moment    
a bunch of blueberries from Nogent   
caressé  par la houle .      
 
Burning thoughts hemmed his cap    
and her eyes turning white     
offered to all    
the flash of an innocent smile.        
 
In the dead end rue Gignoux    
kneeling against the Federated wall    
scratching the stone with her splintered fingers    
there was a flood of darkness from which light rose.        
 
 
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We are walking    
again and again    
on the slope of the beaches    
from morning to sunset.       
 
In the distance the revival will rise    
there will be laughter in the garden    
the water lilies will blister     
under the eyes of frogs.        
 
The sun will pour the final leap    
in front of the alternation bridge    
a little lipstick    
make clean the kiss of the clouds.        
 
We will look at each other    
a smile under the raspberry coulis    
the blue of the eyes will organize the departure    
in the light morning of the last day.        
 
The face cracked by the rantings    
jump from tree to tree    
groping    
grandma's maple syrup.        
 
To the rivers    
holiday water extinguished    
will flow back through the manhole covers    
without emotion joining.        
 
Moderate your impulses    
let's leave the place clean    
for the succession    
cessation of all activity.        
 
A few seconds are enough    
to live forever    
to keep walking    
under the limpid cloud of the spirit.        
 
life never stops    
no death is eternal    
on the other side of the paper partition    
the target of another life in our life.        
 
 
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In the rich hours    
the complaint of the Elders    
took us out on Sundays  
walking along gray sidewalks.        
 
I read in the cracks of the tar    
the appearance of the plant    
the embrace of beings    
outside the silent windows.        
 
My skin was pink    
abrasions on the knees    
crusted profusely    
the dust smelled good after the downpour.        
 
This letter    
I had it in hand    
and did nothing     
in the anonymity of requests.        
 
I took some resin    
to cover the eyes of dolls    
the wind shook the tall trees of the wood    
there were frequent walks to the lake.        
 
As time goes by    
the skin wrinkles    
the senses all to their use    
essentialize the break.        
 
 
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Houses    
backyard    
city    
village.        
 
Houses    
concrete blocks    
of bricks    
Of wood.         
     
Houses    
from childhood    
vacation    
d'adolescence    
today.        
 
All on hillsides    
to the clouds of the mind    
and I stayed silent    
along the road    
put away my toys    
one last time.        
 
Lots of island shells    
lined the lacquer box    
the drawer was full of capsules    
the toy cars were driving on the lino.        
 
There were tender moments    
of loneliness    
two with sister    
on the front of the house    
the cooing of pigeons    
and don't do this don't do that mom.        
 
The farandole rose    
happy chinese print    
laden with mist    
ravines and trees    
to the light    
a light of dispossession    
a light of down and plaster    
curling up like bindweed    
around the barrier of limits.        
 
A breath chased the writing    
a faded hovel on the edge of the forest    
saw enter the deferred man    
gratitude could come    
in wonder before the door of the invisible.            
 
 
 
 
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To the seven aspects of Perrotine    
we joined cloud of milk.        
 
With bright eyes in the morning    
pixie powder.        
 
To the adventurous frog    
the stained glass of dawn.        
 
With pearl oyster    
to bead without a stone.        
 
In the bosom of grandmothers    
the face of little moss.         
 
Looks like one of Perrotine    
no longer suspect.        
 
aspect two    
three makes a pair.        
 
aspect three    
sleep trypanosome.        
 
aspect four    
quatre à quatre virer de bord.        
 
aspect five     
headed west.        
 
L'aspect six    
whistled in its yards.        
 
L'aspect sept    
knew so many things    
that he ascended to the prince of the clouds.         
 
Aspects
Habeas corpus     
my words    
my mosaics.        
 
Mes glottes d'août    
n'arrêtent ni le maigre ni l'huître    
in good company    
too
Sauvignon at the stern    
entered the port    
culinary requests    
nonchalantly    
a bicycle    
from the beach    
not abandoned at all    
through the forest    
without limping    
shark slip    
glossy fins    
high seas flag    
swimming goggles    
and poet's carnation in the buttonhole.        
 
To the seven aspects of Perrotine    
we joined cloud of milk.        
 
 
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