Suddenly
This surprised look
In the bends of Villard
A thoughtful moment of inattention
Between the bread oven and the small bridge
Like sudden rain
Neither too strong nor persistent
In the summer when everything clears up
With from branch to branch
Guinguette garlands
Suitable for the great feast
Colorful eyes
Globulating the dance of the moths
When the jay crosses the meadow
From its diving flight
Without a cry
Just a comma on the blank page
Immemorial approach
From a past full of flowers
To be placed in the urn
Previously emptied near the big oak
A Monday when everything was said
At the end of the table
The night is silent
Before marrying your flaw.

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