the earth was smoking
en sortie d'averse.
The swell cracked its whip
on the ringing pebbles.
The lighthouse of a glance
closed at night.
Father Louis pipe in mouth
came here on the waiting bench.
Wet salty grass
hemmed his hooves with shining stars.
A shutter slammed
Faby at her window.
rays of light
streaked the sea.
The seven-colored bow
rose on the horizon.
It deserved song
l'abbé prit son violon.
And Fanette loved her
straight out of prayer.
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At Mylene's
heavy coat hooks
on poussait la porte d'une main ferme
pour entrer en gargote.
Ça parlait fort
everyone was smoking
on wooden benches
des formes s'agitaient.
The fire was roaring
steam rose from the cauldron
the light oscillated
les ombres dansaient.
Then it sang
grave
under the beams
où séchait le hareng.
Voices from the depths of time
to scrape one's stomach
scratched the assembly
des hommes de mer.
A woman
from one table to another
from his sandstone pitcher
servait le rire et le boire.
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Marine was two years old and a very pretty face. She babbled strange sounds saliva bubbles embellished. His hooves were dragging a little too big for her. From her older sister they had passed at his feet. And life was going smooth in the thick thatched cottage. If we pulled the lock it was for fun. If the door was left open is that it was beautiful. And if the rain nibbled the doorstep our eyes were shining. There was love in the hearth and good smells of boiled fish. When the father returns we sat down to table. And so it is to fiddle with fresh lyrics. 639
It took a lot of courage to go up from the port the wheelbarrow full of baskets covered in algae. The wheel slipped on the corners paving stones brothers and sisters by his side in the morning mist. The wet was close the colored keyss of this senseless canvas that the wind ruffled. foam lots of foam burst into fine bubbles under Roland's brush. Then a touch of black came to strike down the frame hearse passage of a vivid memory. For on tiptoe whisper to the old man the evening farewell hood pulled down over his cut ear. 638
His name was unpronounceable mi ami ou quelque chose comme ça que l'on échangeait à la sortie du bistrot sans qu'une syllabe échappe de trop. Semblait belle femme cependant avec ses yeux bleus sous ses cheveux crépus à la poitrine allégorique sur un corps de liane. Les galets gragnolaient sous la houle des jours heureux à portée d'une verste nous batifolions en bord de mer. Maurice devant puis Raymonde à son bras sous la lune montante ouvraient le banc. D'un claquement sec les talons sonnaient au pavé de granite avéré sous l'envol des mouettes rieuses. Lanterne vacillait houppes des arbres ployaient pavillon claquait nous musardions. 637
thousand kisses stealthily have flown away of the Judas tree. Reason for this flight of souls at the edge of the wave by low tidal coefficient. There was there in their leather coats les agents de l'estran handmade lantern. At the window of measurement the candle flickered in front of the falling night in a threatening west wind. Biting lightning bordered the open sea from a high bar of clouds writhing in pain. Picked up the wicker basket straightened our salt skirts tightened the bond of our hats and faces. 636
Went to the other side of August fifteen to all my thoughts and my loves in procession under the fragrant canopy of honeysuckle. We are married once again as if the time was given in ceremony according to memories according to the tide flying the flag under the threatening laughter of the storm while rising the acrid smell of seaweed under the cry of seagulls inclined to describe with their white twirling on the foreshore at the waterholes Noah's ark than the swell away connected with a perpetual rolling to clusters of images of a world to come. 635
I don't like bullies. I climbed the tower I saw I dropped objects which I hastened to find once down. I gathered people in a circle some sitting on the grass others elongated. Then we were dispersed by a security guard armed with a camera who ordered us to leave the place. I try Since the day where I explained to the assembly who i was and how i saw life gather find interested parties to encourage them to be part of our group welcoming hearts in search of peace, of love and joy those whose lips burn. 634
make song from your passions. Hang on to the vertigo of instinct the teeming with a hungry belly. Be in cahoots with your steps on the gravel. Touch with your fingertips the fine lines of the beaches of the mind. stay alert when the butterflies fly from your parasols. And then a word just a word index finger through lips. walk walk on the front of the track. With an ample armful of flowers be the broomstick of rebellious nights. To be the moss of the babbling of the foreshore don't stop the quest. May the moonlight of slow recollection lead the sparrow of souls towards the spring flute. 623
The clouds are moving de concert pommelés aux baisers de la rencontre se défaisant des choses feintes pour recomposer les scènes from childhood telles galipettes sur la prairie aux coquelicots que l'ombrelle des femmes fleurs ponctue d'ombres et de frissons. Les nuages dansent sans entrave en inspiration blanche agrippés et défaits d'un endroit l'autre sous la soupente que les sabots pétillants cadenassent tel rêve au petit jour enfoui sous les feuilles sèches du réveil. There is no future que le quart présent de la vigie plongeant son regard dans le moussu des contemplations nuages nuages prémices du bleu éternel sous la plage blonde de nos pas prudents évitant le coquillage coupant. 632