One two Three bramble do you want it ? one two Three sheep's wool do you want it ? one two Three at the triangular circus get undone our little puppets making a circle just to admit the thing said the written thing already scattered under the clawed paw of a meeting griffinwhere the monsoons grow. One two Three it's not too early one two Three sheep's wool clings one two Three let's throw the buoy from the bogeyman and that we take the stake behind the silence venus hair for the elite fly shit for the poor that swells and spreads the continuous flow a music without the instrument appearing. One two Three by the elbow one two Three for this entrance to the hermitage one two Three without rule without rebellion without moaning without contrition one to three to joy to find beauty in the hinterland where everything happens consciousness in ecstasy creativity work for men to live. 771
Everything that happens is known it is known around the world and then in the cosmos from the Horn of Africa to Guatemala with lots of new insects sur les larges feuilles de la forêt primaire.
It was near that the puma caught the panda and would have made the balance vices and virtues entirely to their proliferation task without the child of the slums les pieds dans l'eau sale ne lève le nez.
Cured meats in all seasons within the reach of scholarships the ripe and the less ripe the burlesques and the ballast pour que le diable perde corne in the brutal load that he had to operate one evening in April.
Sooty smoke in those barbecue evenings up the ramps among these baskets where the light effects were distributed to hue and dia last minute migrants.
It happens et il en fût de peu than the cured meats go up in smoke.
Le muscaris who laughs at his beans in phallic clusters hand husband. The poet's carnation from the grandfather with acid teeth to true silence with embedded stem. The campanule leaning towards the ground of the multi-story bell tower with wooden abat-son. The daisy slender and crowded the sun shouts in the short grass. The scabious high shank with little down ready to orient where the light operates. The centaurée chiseled to perfection stirring the air for future flour ripen on a summer evening. ............................................................................................ He closed his eyes after opening them a few years earlier. For his blued fingers to grip the precious stone from behind the house. The spirit of La Mareuille hovers in the yard a gentle presence. Riquette was looking at me tilting his head ready to obey. Deep voices rose from the moor a fine rain made the rushes bend. To old ash trees address a few words embedded in the stones of the embankment. Verdun commemorative medals under the portrait with the proud mustache Jean-Baptiste Victor. ...................................................................................... To read the dictionary All in one the pages scorched by the sun. To sing alone under the nave of the church by the play of the echo be ardent prayer. Pious figure in its glass frame curled up by gravity. Thick hand hardened by farm work plucked nettles painlessly. Morning crying for a day with the pheasant on the fence dry head resting on the single stone making seat. At the terminal epitaph do a round of words that the walker will read on the other side. Diary illustrated with children's drawings an island of protection with everything you need to survive. Before "there was" "I was" and then after "there will be". Footsteps on the gravel crepe-soled shoes creak through dusty paths. From generation to generation the trumpets rename and resonate so that the humans of this Earth succeed one another.
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Brick walls with disjointed plaster see the passage of time. In the woods far away man and woman dig a hole with a fiery spade. Deposit coins there in a handkerchief to cover with earth make a sign of the cross. Sit on the caned chair at the end of the alley legs dangling. In the woods by the path go all the way. Towards the light in the clearing flame behind which the ancestors dance the bourrée. To go back you the ten year old child towards the immense plain. The trees pass by with the cat still in my arms head, dangling legs and tail. The man finishes caulking the window of canvas boards nailed with vigor. Lie down on the bare earth by the dark happened live to death. 769
Approach the treelisten to it puis le servir. Out of the bushes and shrubs a breakthrough of light prelude to the meeting of the great placid. He doesn't ask for anything that the bee already provides him but it pumps the sky and the earth. Don't ask him anything just stand against its trunk against life. It stings and it pinches when the cold vitrifies the undergrowth and that the orgy of ice palms the senses. A mineral crust attaches to the branches to break with a sharp noise the rising of the colors without the boar jumping on the lookout. They have arranged the surroundings of the Fabulous one kilometer around the signs are in place to join hands around the fragile giant. Sometimes the moon is on the phone and flamboyant juggles from one branch to another in a vibrant and teeming air. I planted my tripod and waited pass in front of the goal just a fraction of a second. With his crumpled thighs she will respond to my digital drumming to send me a crumpled smile. Was, an opening on the right iridescent my memories in an imperative need to go and see. Law, the predator was there and to say that I had not planned it maybe a little bit. I screamed with all the strength of my lungs and my teeth spat rind leftover meat from the last bite. Everything is broken a concert of casseroles flaunts beauty to the harrows of the past. Figure that we still have some prejudices so that the red flags lead us to hell we the flexors of orders. Me accomplice ? Never j'ai juste fracassé les tibias de mes voisinsto get them out of weariness. Furiously registered in the yellow pages we have unplugged the answering machine to sing the ode of the forgotten woods with our blank eyes. The list had grown strange names dripping from paragraphs a voluntary madness became empty substance. A flight of sparrows springs from who knows where crushing with its squeals the pervading shadow by laying a profusion of suspension points. Meditating was not beneficial the angels had fled to the mountains for a big symposium. Eyelid blink formed a basin for crying able to feed the smile of astonishment. The procession set off dans unites carioca plaything to the escapades recognized and admired. Seems the year is slamming the tongue when summer time is on and that at low speed the spring rises. Run your finger over your bare skin hollow out my belly with a monotonous pallor ~ how strange it is to love. The epitaph resounded to the Olympic rings by night the slash absorbed the darkness of the talk a new face brushed my face. Arms raised we were rescued with our rubber tubes we the penitents of the peregrinations. A garder le flot des cendresunder the soles of the feet amène les mots à deviser. But death is to be proven the air to watch and the little voice to listen to. 768
car headlights sprayed a lingering mist without batting an eyelash and P'tit Louis kept jazzing. Talking too much badly embraced what was thought was done and P'tit Louis was landed at the entrance to the port. Speeding along our couple held on sous les rafales des incitations à changer de bord. We should have told them that what they were experiencing was inappropriate Literally as well as figuratively. And that to be too much on the honor roll voters would eventually get bored and move on to other perspectives. That P'tit Louis wouldn't stop slandering they didn't care but when it's too much it's too much. five o'clock already and without the possibility of turning back because the road must have been cut. They should have gone faster but fatigue made them take turns more and more slowly. That's when the white shape appeared with blood red hair and his earthy face. The car crashed their heads were thrown forward in the bursting windshield. The silence stretched its long fingers of fine pearls on lifeless bodies of Pierre and Adèle the lovers of the world-tree. These trees on the other side of the decor to shape the sky and the earth to allow us to see things. This is how the days expand and that staying sane in trance is a caress of the soul in the vertigo of words. When to Earthwe could consider it as a single organism of which our little stories would be the very spirit.With multiple entries the characters do what they want in full expression of themselves in a new light.And if the blood beats in our earseven in the sound of an incessant rainexpect the screaming evidence.That another way is possiblewhen the armor splitset que le jour hache la vision des allumettes enflammées.767
By night as we write the moon dries our tears and the dust of the day slowly evacuates. There were belated monstrosities on this land traveled by incessant convulsions. Then the silence gave way to oblivion as with time the memory is erased to the sea of seas, the primordial ocean. Let's not adopt too quickly what resembles us and brings us together in the turnstile of the renewal. From birth to death from bubble to knowledge bubble it is a must, the lack. On the Jungle Creeper Bridge the calm of the ends of the work suggests the fear of possible massacres. From drift to delirium let's stay strong the times of peace are over now it's war. With masks and vaccines we'll wash our hands after the door to shout : " next " at random. They were thousands and hundreds to turn around while in the distance flickered the beacon of " not seen, not taken ". Astride the stair railing he slipped to the entresol to the boxes and bags of the exodus. Don't forget to put the puzzle pieces together and fill the wormholes with your desires with the carpenter's rat tail. Salt covered the land and the black of corpses on the immaculate ground formed the molehills of our future life. take, adjust, love each otherunreasonably, profusely, sans suspicionwas the just replica of the molten conflict.Doing too much promotes confusion of our instincts dedicated to the pack of wolves traversant furtivement notre lucidité. 766
As long as she trembles there will be mysterious words without people walking away parnassus geese in surrender of passions. On the other shorewould rise the caramel romance of summer affected from the time of strong caresses to the dedicated belief. Joint March of Master and Slaves in expressions and gropings for adaptation to the split halter High Court capitals with controlled power. The message whispered in your ear for the sake of clarity will restore promises and considerations at the crossroads waiting for the child of light. 765
Stopped by the wayside by the heaviness of the bag deposited I made a hole in the abdomen and the sand spurted out full of injured vowels and consonants. As the mineral effusion of the funnel of places to the curvature of the soul the words stuck to the hair of the injured animal that was entrusted to me. The Silence cried the flight of the spirit and the open hand offered the fade lines and roundness one to two the little girl metamorphosed into skipping. Nothing at the end the lacy look behind the eyelashes directed the lost walker towards the Compostela of his wandering only banquet of the day. D'algarade point the resting horses knocked their shoes under the regulated tooth of the poplars of the hedge shaken with force crackles by the verifiers of absolute. 764
plump camel at hand under a sky of bronze I took you for stone lace you were so hieratic at the entrance to the passage assembled as we were for this refining work prelude to the ascent of the big dune. Camel my beautiful chubby as you wish the mouse-gray sky was teasing us to the lands above where hopping like young birds to orgasmic fluidity the simoun had to liquefy us and give the start to the exploration of the meanders of our underground labyrinths. Let's dare, the kiss behind the ear beautiful camel with breast notoriety so that in procession open the windows of a powerful future on the sidelines of silly speeches and pay our entrance ticket sucked out and yet alive for the ultimate test of access to concord. Set the target on the heart of the tree embarrassed us beautiful camel and me just in time to hear from the Master some words of wisdom : " don't you dare aim at me because the bark of my soul will allow you to chat as much as you like ." Whispers and breaths held back we took a quarter beautiful camel and me at the edge of vertigo to extract from the trunk of the night wax daysand light the flame with large armfuls of mistletoe thrown into the cauldron cracks in our certainties. Let's dare , let's dare from the osiery take the cane and whip to outrage the two parts of ourselves male Female shadow and light conscious and unconscious to plunge them into mutual contemplation of her beautiful camel and me finally reunited.764
In her gray fifties blouse with pinstripes and red buttons she was climbing the hill reliant les hameaux du Bas et du Haut .
La vie était belle telle un grain de chapeletvieilli at the passage of the electrical transformer one happiness called for another.
Nous faisions le trajet avec le troupeau la panière de linge humide dans la brouette par la sente caillouteuse.
Rien n'y changeait have the honor comme disaient les gens bien pensants dont les souliers semblaient éviter la poussière.
Elle s'appelait Jeanne je l'appelais maman et ses yeux noirs coressaient mon front telles les ailes d'une hirondelle.
Par le chemin de Lacombe il y avait le monde aux têtes de chardon towardsle bois de Laroussière où le vent soufflait frais.
J'ai rêvé que le village s'envolait par dessus les champs ondoyants vers un ciel aux célestes demeures sans qu'une pierre nous fasse trébucher.
Il y avait là les ancêtres dans leurs habits du dimanche à lisser leurs moustaches et épousseter le bas de leurs robes.
Des chiens au loin croisaient leurs signatures sonores et l'écho embrouillait le tout avec l'aigu des oiseaux de la haie.
J'ai écarté les doigts devant mes yeux pour percevoir seux qui nous veulent du bien aux fins d'un étreinte chaleureuse.
L'on donnait peu, on ne recevait rien tout était là avec la possibilité de s'engendrer soi-même et de renaître entre nous.
Le plein d'eau de la fontaine les arbres tisonnant l'orage qui approchait la mécanique sans poulie ni courroiedu charoi tout était disposé à te dire "I love you".
