Voilà l'extérieur du cœur   
mon frère   
quand du chaos   
arriveront les visiteurs   
à même la pâtine vitreuse de l'aube   
à soutenir de l'intérieur   
la vision d'une autre vie.      
 
C'est toi qui parlera   
mon frère   
de cette absence   
après avoir versé le bol d'air   
sur le parvis du temple   
pouffant d'un grand fou rire
chaque image convenue.      
 
La rivière des mots coulera   
de pierriers en plages de sable   
poussant de loin en loin   
quelques branchages   
à même les rives de la recognition   
à couvrir les opercules langagières   
d'ailes de papillon légères.      
 
L'élan portera langage   
pour calibrer les ouvertures   
cédant devant le garçon en robe noire   
la colerette du savoir   
de rien l'instinct   
de ce que dit   
l'historien.      
 
The eagle will be our master
to recreate the scenery
of our desire to live
the officiant with ease
darting his sharp tongue
in front of the extended bodies
women and bulls mixed.      
 
I will decipher
my brother
tree knots and liquor
to the lineage of well-born souls
hemming nothingness
of a stripped arabesque
the dawn where everything is said.      
 
The essential wound
will be of primary virtue
father's smile
answering with a tempting glance
what the poet
in full employment of himself
will name imperative duty.      
 
 
1115

There are on the walls
the whisper of simple things
from one thread to another
in the winter vine
clinging on without the help of the rule
the ripples of a star-filled sky.      
 
S'amoncellent les pierres   
poudrées d'une chaux grise   
guidant le cœur immense   
de l'équilibre triomphant   
des ouvertures de cette vie   
gravée dans le dur.      
 
Des orbites sortes de boîtes à gourmandises   
suggèrent une affaire complexe   
d'aération et de recel   
que personne encore ne peut étiqueter   
si ce n'est l'envie d'y fourrer son nez   
mains dans les poches sans se faire remarquer.      
 
Babel est à mille lieues   
des cris d'enfants   
maraudant quelques feuilles sèches   
pour sur les pupitres   
énamourer de couleurs automnales   
une joie sans cause.       
 
Chemin de descente   
des chenaux vers la terre   
les souvenirs opèrent   
en résonance d'un souffle d'air   
brumes imaginaires   
écartant les doigts du silence.      
 
Ascent path
as hot milk curls
accompanied by a solid brouillaminis
dream crystals
unusual material
to drink while clearing one's throat.      
 
We will be alone
and two at a time
to exhale to hue to dia
mischievous satisfaction
to be there with little care
with nothing to do all day.      
 
Passe ton entrain et me viens    
descente dégoulinante des eaux de pluie   
Sois l'émotion de l'extrême présence   
à gonfler de mots   
à point nommé   
la semence du sans-soucis.      
 
 
1114

Blue Man Me
to look at each other under a gray sky
and live again
in special operation
with the angel of the blank page
face to face
having hit rock bottom
in this late summer
at the crossroads of visions
open doors
in order to receive
then to leave
GPS off
not to distinguish the true from the adornment
the smile of disaster.      
 
Blue Man Me   
we both
roped up on the Evettes ridge
gently in pain
in the freshness of a calm morning
when the shadow goes up the duvet
to the bottom of the circus.       
 
Blue Man Me
to leave the content
the gaze never wanders
the sweet gaze of the baby
lost in a void
where to deny
the prince walking on water
without rule
randomly
with his big knife
while we have yet to discover
the beautiful flower of blood and love
brandished on the tarmac of a last audition
before the final pullout
without resisting bushy works
of a dissolved identity.      
 
Blue man Me
my father
awkwardly
distractedly
distinctly
fled
in the flapping of a butterfly's wing.      
 
1113

We were going through the meadows
wet our hooves in the dew
for stray cows
bring back the rebel
in the stable of King John
the shepherd of Labro
committed to flowering the tomb of the ancestors
of Saint Mary le Cros.      

And her mouth laughed 
on the smoking horizon   
it was time to return   
declining gilding   
of a dawning autumn   
embroidering in the grass with fairy fingers   
some memories to come   
shadow of summer.       

Stifled minutes   
in a sob without reflection   
the gutted castles   
jagged the fresco of the mists   
spreading the ocher of the setting sun   
last flames of a giant juniper tree   
stirring in the laundry basin   
the tintinnabulating clarines.      

And me now   
near the fountain   
lying in the hair of the ash trees   
barely lower than the Milan   
looking listening   
butterflies and locusts   
kiss in the circle of sky   
the presence of Joy.      

 

1112

dark clouds
and deviant world
the stream of adventures
sparkles
on the dirt pustules
on a carpet of dry needles.      
 
No hands under the skin   
just the pas de deux in front of elsewhere   
at this hour   
happy mission   
to look at pink things   
against suspicion.      
 
Simple and centered
soft caresses
of charge and plenitude made up
are of pain and misery
what identifies ready
strong experience.      
 
To say it
with effort
of flashes and dawns mixed
translate the Open
against the heart
from the poem my friend.      
 
Occurred   
of a reclusive life   
abandoned quarries   
the prosperous breath   
a shoe slips   
on the path followed.      
 
No more moaning
to roll under the quilt
genus space particle
to live hollow
in the revisited posture
from the shock of the mind.      
 
Ohé ! ohé !   
the cooled
beyond the first leap
reminiscence of the past
the squirrel of emotion
with manifest red colors.      
 
A crystal on your shoulder
and pan in the bullseye !   
prance torture   
procession of shadows   
hugging a flood of blood   
the freshness of a vibrant morning.      
 
At the beginning
the big gap
waltz of quenched thirsts
pronounce enunciate
consummate romance
the mystery of a corner of the eyelid.      
 
Songs spreading   
from debris to debris   
make dead lights   
the great initial sun   
tripping sound   
nose in wet grass.      
 
Facing death   
tirelessly   
with a mallet on the stomach   
in the fall of summer   
let autumn appeared   
without any traces remaining.      
 
Mucilage waves    
whistling like a blackbird in the countryside   
cause narrow passage   
otherwise straight on   
would be allowed the log of wood   
thrown into the hearth of expectations.      
 
 
1111

If nothing
so little
to wait for Sylvain
blueberry eyes  
on the slab his stall    
and the trees move
screaming
the korrigan of the mind
see each other beautiful romance
tonight
at the crossroads of eternal paths
to have been
to still be
pulp and juice
with a smile
with a sigh
for heavy loads
offered to all comers
the korrigan
pardons and abers
in charge of the cauldron
to encourage
the one who
the one what ?   
m'émeut et me nourrit   
de contes et de récits   
aux quatre coins de la table ronde   
à faire du cercle   
la croix et la bannière   
de la franchise   
payée cash   
tôles froissées   
à mi-chemin  
de la stance   
de moi venu   
sur le tard mordre une dernière tartine   
darder quelques lumières   
sur l'avenir étroit   
houppelande ouverte   
sur la lande   
le korrigan   
des brûlures d'estomac   
qu'aurait trop chargé la chaudière   
de beurre et de cidre   
" hairy paw "   
tout droit venue   
d'une cupule   
entre fougères et bruyères   
califourcher sur le rocher 
quelque manant   
en pente descendante   
vers la mer murmurante   
mouette rayant la plage   
d'une plume légère   
portée vibrante   
musique émise   
à effacer sa trace   
sur le rivage des allers venues   
un quart de ton   
en retour de mission.      
 
1110

It suits
to fear his origins
for
trimming memory
to pose
legitimate beauty
with a pure word.      
 
The Ground of Dried Blood
accumulate the fragments of waiting
from here
of the
transparency
in the passage of birds
herbs and water mixed.      
 
So what does it matter
the wandering of things said
that tarnishes
the life of the world.      
 
Nobody knows    
nor the painter of bites   
nor the sand of the sea   
close the child's fontanelle.      
 
speak by ear
the void of stones
enchants the laughter of tits
like at home.      
 
resounds
the dried sheet flapping in the wind
like talking about nothing
under the canopy of emptiness.      
 
A blackbird sings
next note
a thought comes
I kick in touch.      
 
( work by Pascale GERARD )

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