Dry and truthful But walking askew Through the fields of a fragrant spring I took my feet Of a poetic offer In the span of the horoscopes. There was there The mango and the mandala Following in the footsteps of the black panther While deluded on the doorstep The praying mantis of procrastination Prompt to the inoculation of the kiss of peace. Engager la munition Dans la Parthénon du canon Est chose facile Au règne de l'immoralité Dans l'Univers des tendances À ne plus dégager le radar intérieur. I remember From my breastfeeding mother The youngest of the troop Under a loving shower At the tip of the Raz The boats at the graveyard accumulated. Guirlande de guinguette Passait le train des émotions Guignant la sortie de l'école Quant suffocation extrême La part manquante de nos expériences Fût prise d'un joyeux rire. Le Chaos étaient plein des vers de l'ennui Lors la mosaïque recueillir Un large éventail d'informations À tomber amoureux En extase familiale Des souvenirs de demain. To lose the memory Tilt the coming day In extreme pain Of a suffocation that progresses to take a seat In the concert of births. Based on conditions There is the merit of mother orders Of interstellar cruelty floating galaxies Such seaweed jellyfish and anemones In the ocean of a lively belly. The weather is stormy In perpetuity rise from the abyss Under pressure from origins The Tenants of Guilt Generating image compression Before the time change. Holding her small suitcase She had arrived on the last train For the hotel of full shared powers Handle the love potion On the cupule stone All wars gone. She handled the organ And the thing lived From waterfall to waterfall The waters reaching To the landing basin The ball of food squeezed against her belly. pale light Where did the vision come from? From fear to death In response to pain Emerged the eye-source In the pure line of a single arrow. Crossing the step of the Cavale Way above the void The novice welcomed without surprise Barrel lying on the bank From a layer of reeds Cradled by diaphanous angels. Thus along the Nile of our childhood Heroes with a Thousand Faces We skim the distant lands Pour dessiner sur la carte du ciel Le goût d'une pêche miraculeuse Sans que l'œuf se brise. 1034
