O incandescent dream from the depths of dark forests a flame rose to sing again. Rose and lilac on the grassy banks I took your hand and the poplars fell silent. Wisely rejected with a sad smile without the voice ringing. Even the clouds between shadow and light have awakened innocent freshness. 791
so many words out of the shadows by the scruff of the neck form garland than the sky in its instances clicks with a hidden smile. Sea breeze on the lagoon of offerings at dusk as the party roars lead the way just a ray of light on your forehead. The Cross of Beliefs posted at the crossroads commit to eating seasonal fruits without reason and light the summer fire seven ears of wheat accompanied. Drying clothes on the meadow in holy ascended occurrence came the time of the initial crack on the wailing wall this thrill of small folded papers in sympathetic ink endorsed. Men and women of the last passage under the eye of a dwarf star I'll make your ears pop with that royal blue eyes and cheeky cheeks of a new consciousness. 790
The house of the living rassemble les sages autour des morts et quand les morts sont honorés le dernier mot raille la vie. Honorer la personne louanges enrubannées de peu pour les super humains a goût de dérision. Endormir un enfant quand la nuit tombe propose l'histoire de la fin d'un amour. Leave que dire sans la jolie fiction dont les adultes se repaissent à leurs côtés l'ombre d'un doute. 789
This morning la chemise est sèche même que les parties usées luisent au soleil. Without insulting the weather no questions asked masterfully we were all at rock bottom. Primordial worries la vie mènera à terre this fraction which is coming to an end sous le coup des certitudes. let's get it over with take the gun the big fire anéantira le feu des syncopes. To sow the ornaments of oblivion too much the door will close on our past for without suspicion and with happiness develop in H.L.M. The fight is worthy in the eyes of some without surprise in front of the enemy without taking too long to die. Hooded in detestation at the mercy of bloodshed they climbed the mountain to proclaim the usefulness of the struggle. In the bric-a-brac of old thoughts stays on the sly from the salt mine diving in troubled waters the wench with white fangs and marine lips. The tongue no longer tears no shouting eternity sweeps past its door a remnant of desires and ambitions. Between poverty and wealth a sweet and sober life lived with affability l'air sain des lendemains silencieux. 788
In the sky of the wild geese at the tip of the wise zebus I flew over the plump moor sans savoir où je me suis rendu. Ice, the open vest had to go up to the escatory make arms and legs great offshore air case. speak american knowing that riding a camel the journey is getting shorter so deep is the desert sand. Bold silenus extracted from the rut just yesterday bring out the shadows dark thoughts. To safe sharing outbursts of voices alone on board I welcome the woman from the germoir. To run away white keys on the madness of pleasure thrush between teeth. Reverse his gaze to call cause what we call an effect take responsibility for what happens to us invites us to empty our bag. Cling to the round candies of the accordion the devouring sparks from overseas warships. live there, quelle miséricorde as dawn draws near petrifying the pilgrim to restart. of water and fire within reach of children rise to the facing of the portal wild garlic from the foremast. Call here or there the encounter with the unexpected of material belted in the medallion of questionings. To change of way for the degradation of living environments dream path with ocean scents. Timely when the ships came out of the mist I saw the clepsydra empty with a nimble ooze of conscience. Paradise found lèvres soulagées the raisiny laughter on your breasts delicate entry into patience. And the sun took it all without thinking of lying that even the old-fashioned rifles of the shotgun wall became spring flowers. 787
I had left it at the end of the table she was singing and the light radiated. A simple fork comme broche de grand-mère sur son corsage and all was said. I came to her she was with a companion I was with a girlfriend. Days and years passed pour la chose ouverte take care of the work. The animal-master who waits too much too much cannot transmit his teaching. If it's not in the middle of the appeased powers scrape the bottom of the cauldron. To whisper in your ear wait and listen a high degree of inner transformation. the halo this form of meeting and crosses the creation. The knowledge destiny a strength. 786
It's raining for good un rideau dru fait danser les feuilles du cerisier et l'herbe je l'entends causer si parfaite et si jeune in front of the applause of the house with old tiles. Ignoring each other makes a big splash when the poet adjusting his song becomes a pizza vendor to eat while still hot. And if the other means you slight attention don't coagulate like gelatin where individuality fades and personality tramples. Let's be a real well of love in unity with women and men of good character let us be in solitude an accomplished conscience. 785
The pommel horse under the Garenne lilacs continued on his way drop by drop from a rising memory without the wind with the star message where everything will disappear without the wind the caress and the machine gun assembling the genealogy on the ground of galaxies. The antics will disappear and even the lyrics will be autumn vines crossing the Bois de Vincennes to the metro without the wind blowing at the rising tide mossy with a luminous foam dust that the ancients sow in front of the barn door within reach of children that the merry-go-round mickey makes jump with joy. 784
Let's squint but slightly on the County of our loves fully employed that the Sun raises in the energy of the Gaze. Let's be the messengers of the Gods we the sprites of the trance the wrath bearers of our time the senses awakened assumed. Let's walk on the burning embers of incompleteness we men and women with heavy loads that even the unexpected stimulates when come the imbalances to catch up. In the bowels of the shady earth where the great fire of instincts encounter some embers of conscience extinguish the hearth of empty promises. Leaving the traffic area the poet marked by the fury of the trials he has passed through magically transforms clutter caring for the collective good. Do not mock the values and the memories of the world before. Do not despise the work of small hands working in the crucible of educational transmissions. Let's be the weavers of the day when the first wind caresses the wheat freshly. Let's avoid the fabricators and pipers dragging empty bellies towards misery and drowning. Let's be on the margins of the community the holders of the torch of vigilance. Let's be humble and present the Servants of the Growing of Being. 783
Les mains qui s'agitent sur les rondeurs du sommeil vident la mare de ses poissons d'argile. Trois petits tours et puis s'en vont les vies de nos frères à la merci d'un crac vasculaire. La belle affaire ne se troque pas elle est là-bas au plus haut de soi. De l'herbe, des herbes, du végétal à sa porte il suffit de se baisser pour que tinte l'éolyre. Sur la mare gelée l'enfant avance précautionneusement le liquide en dur ne dure qu'un moment. Toc toc toc c'est moi je vous aime tant et tant que j'oublie de vous le dire. Il arrive le moment où la peau se fripe mâchoire édentée sur le devant. Filer bon train assis sur le strapontin des vertes et des pas mûres. Les parties de soi que l'on ignore et qui vous font du tord lorsque la bise souffle. Se les mettre en capilotade accrochés aux patères les lendemains qui chantent. Plus de père plus de mère rien que la terre qui bruit when the storks pass. Survenir revenir parvenir un nid sous le toit une hirondelle entre toi et moi. D'étoupe et de souffre nous allumâmes la mèche pour que page se tourne. Au vol au vent des effigies quoi de plus élégant que le sourire après l'amour. Se joindre et emboîter le pas sur le chemin de halage à tout âge en tout lieu. Ces cailloux là ces mots ses images pour retrouver la maison. L'horloge claque ses secondes dans le silence de la nuit que le poète cloque d'amour décrit. Fissures dans les murs où passent les lézards affine sa perception de l'art. Maugréer n'est pas de tout repos il y faut de la niaque à coups de pieds aux nues. Me dépêcher pour rentrer Maman sera là près du feu de bois à boire sa tisane verveine oblige. Traces des mots dans la neige fraîche allument le fanal des perles contenues dans le chapeau de la maraude. Écorner la page permet la lecture à la reprise lorsque loup y est. Se suivent se ressemblent s'assemblent les joies et les peines en capacité d'émerveillement. 782