The bells are leapfroggingon the credenzas of the sacristy .
The pheasant runs along the wallmeet his pheasantand show himwhat has to be done .
The English laughs follow one anotherin waterfallscheerful fireworksthat would not miss for anythingmosquitoeseager for blood gain .The wind caresses the tall grass prairie,motionless ventriloquistthe fruits of the plane treebeat time .mature dandelionstry their hand at Sème à tout ventAll in Oneextensive program from childhood
according to the disheswhere the parentswith knitwear and newspaperswere looking for the joint shade of the ash and the limeas we pushed open the attic doorto rub the metal capsulebetween thumb and forefingerbetween thumb and middle fingeron the disjointed floorwith becalmed wheat grainsin the penthouse of the loftwith discreet trapillosbringing up the dusty smell of aged woodthat we accompanyof rhythmic genuflectionsthe attention paidon the little cogwheelsable to hopplaythingson the tour of Franceof our chalk paths .106