Whistle in the air    
 the volley of arrows    
 on the arched horizon    
 of the triangle of our loves.        
  
 The masonry well is there    
 drawing water from the depths    
 in the black of tritons    
 with buried memories.        
  
 The target after all    
 of its rainbow colors    
 signs the frame with a shrug    
 eye on the target.        
  
 The woven rattan seat    
 awaits the sage of these places    
 in the face of the relentless unfolding    
 about a body at rest.        
  
 Water on the knobs    
 knowledge erosion friction    
 embark the thinker    
 beyond the denarii of exchange.        
  
 In the heart of the target    
 le trait de radiance ira se ficher    
 vibrating tail    
 au plein emploi de la sérénité.        
  
 Will slip by the edge of the pond    
 yesterday's animals    
 chien, wild cat and rabbits    
 regardless of circumstances.        
  
 Let's welcome on the grassy surface    
 of a spring with the smile of Mona Lisa    
 the seed of triangular light    
 of Wells, target and seat.        
  
  
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