Marmotte margoton to spin the cattail wisely against the rail prone flower trimmings to dispense with the superfluous out of the flow of the Nebbia properly decked out of this bushy coulter in dry dock carelessly stored away thanks to the wind painting the quicksilver on the pebble of the Guil. 621
Puisommiere was his name to chip stones of his hammer before laying on the horizontal bed from the wall to the creusoise let the weather be warm wind or rain his fingers hardened by the pain endured to be far from one's own. With veins of granite overcoming physical pain her eyes were veiled dust and tears you the railwayman who from site to site dragged his misery a bottle of red in the haversack the cap congealed with sweat the already white beard in the light of an evening to laugh in front of the fire that the young people had prepared. 620
Face twirl at the tympanum of the porch they dismantled the scaffolding brought the cartage with scabby oxen hail the shepherds leaning on their gnarled sticks picked up the dead wood for the fire insider business hatched to the song of the stream than the mountain with wooded sides evacuated in strong winds supporting from the front the windows strange defense with blood mixed with honey that the storm could not surround without the angels beating the bell without the hullabaloo glacial meltwater abbreviated signature at the bottom of the edit snatched with both hands without mincing words drip of an unchanged conversation. 619
Beast's Hoarse Breath free fall the rock rolled down in a noise of crushed trees at the bottom of the valley up to the torrent of adjustments. The fir trees showed the flesh breaking away from the bones jaws crack eyes bulge at the end of winter in the arms of the madly married couple rough shells breastplate showing the scapular ephemeral mandrake out of the way erasing the traces of the past. Roaring the beast entered the stadium flame reaching up to the sky treading the hot coals of unreason at the end of summer where usually a bundle of dead wood ensured the work of renewed vitality. 618
red push reeds boarding a crepe in the jacket carried out of the church. Nebbia whipped cream open her eyelids before the awakening of the dew milky-eyed sweet almond frog eggs and plate the mare. awakening in orthogonal coordinates tripping over the rope to walk as a precaution at the bottom of the valley that it is complete time for a break to swoon over pure water morning space let the body ablution. Still and serene despite his mustache the frame is mirrored in its reflection. Spread the silences on the train step. 617
Emerged from between the thickets
the red coat on the back
a badger skin in his hand
l'homme d'avant-garde.
Crouching
while advancing in small leaps
her big eyes turned to the sky
he was living nature.
A cart passed
granulating some gravel
a whip cracked
the horse reared.
Deep in the Chablis
the excitement was great
without a cry
the eagle flew.
Then passed the master of the stubble
the embalmer of feigned solutions
le traîne-misère des rassemblements
the show of our campaigns.
Should have been moved, to congratulate
stand on tiptoe
nudging each other
in order to be there, on the picture.
The badger-skinned man sat up
stirring the air
mysterious gestures
tel un sémaphore en sortie de brumes.
He was coming home
after a long absence
by the wayside
a broad smile piercing his beard.
Tall Grass Brother
be the stealth butterfly
the pretty hedgehog that attracts me
deer and boar
deep in the soul
the coming of tenderness
among the red fruits of the hedge
to gather our Sunday clothes
for the way
stretch blank wires
such a crépinette on the work of the end of the year.
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By fidelity to the source love and die. seal point at the bottom of the page. Cross the ford barefoot purifies the heart. Go back do not pay mine. Touch time seals the memories. Crouched on the edge of the cliff the earth rotates. Turn up the iron wheel would have sufficed. In sandals go down to the fountain wake up the wyvern. From exile to exile weave survival blanket. And laugh laugh above the clouds. Without tearing the fabric the road is long. To feel accompanied right out of the tunnel. My conscience in front of the universe ahead of the seasons. Of winter let's hold back the squirrel's reservations. In spring let's be the bear coming out of hibernation. In the summer let's breathe the flight of the eagle. In autumn let's bring in our white sheep. 615
Mask themselves permanently drum rolls without night falling Cross the valleys the sunny sound bugles Times face guarantors of oblivion cold sweat from the bottom of the meadow monte le chuintement brossIt's muzzle of cows Ragged Gored the prude customs officer roars with pleasure moon face out of the ruins the white form Cheeky without mourning appearing a look of soft passion The mallet hit the ram skin so that the voices connect Foam and fountain meet noisy nostrils water spiders carapate Bisque risque of folk music at the bric-a-brac of the authentic Open your eyes femme the man closes his to heaven only happy the palm stripes the azure Glide nimbly laziness of mind against your breast A breach and it sneezed the white smoke disappears. 614
Essence magical wandering when is the crossroads blazing fire you put on your shoes and tuck the shirt without saying it a sharp pain in the stomach you seek shade you the sun in distaff and put your hand on the main beam sans que les cieux pâtissent reddened cheekbones go through the window obsolete restraints a festoon of light in Lent to be you take the wave de plein fouet don't back down from anything la gorge nue imagine that i love you and look good sitting in the high seat the lime tree rustling with bees the dog runs under the arbor and raise the dust welcome and shut up burns with a match the uvula of the mind for a smile with moist lips to the awakening of free souls thought is serene knead your memories par une déglutition active remains the taste of blood with trembling hands at dawn you will see the opening from the dura mater full in its undulations in the crook of your shoulder let goe to the secret fiber the discreet bandage a button just a little yellow button to unseat your wise body a thousand holes être de garde et d'estoc you the millennial mountain meadows be the blue foxglove of the mysterious sign embodied verb que le doute anticipe my life my huge life with vermeil angelus with a deep cut vent oh great wind breath without fatigue les girouettes crient 613
At the barriers of the mind there is the sweet bird walk and breathe in his presence. The chain is rough like a ground swell rising from the ocean. Without anxiety open to infinity beyond the walls of denial. The finery of the meadows is glossy with yellow flowers love pigments. And when we turn around on oneself and that one touches the sweet bird, always. days like this on the fly deep in our stories. 612